North Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1867-current, 1868-01-15
WHOLE No. 5S7.
4 Schoolboy's Letter.
BlRcHrowN AcApgxY. Sept. ..

DHAR PoP.--I am getting along frs
rate at tho school, and like It very much
all except Whacks, the assistant-"Ol
BeeswaI," }" we call him, and we arc dowr
on him like spile- driver, all Of US boys
for hos ignorant. Why. he's 80 ignorant
he don't know a blackboard from dark
night, no, he don't, and Bill Ferguson,
he put a torpedo under each leg Of old
Bessey's chair yesterday, and when he sat
down (you see he sits down like he had
ballast in him), why tho torpedoes they
exploded, and like to blowed him through
the roof. Golly, but wasn't he scared !
He looked at the almanac to make sure il
wasn't the 4th Of July, and then he came
down, looking mad, and licked Bill like
blazes. But Bill said he didn't care a
cent, and the next time he would sprinkle
gunpowder in his chair, and bust his old
Ifrontispiecc of Of him.
DR.. Goggles. he's q nice enough old
feller, only he will sit and chew gum. drops
right before US boys, and never say ''take
some once.
lie wears green specs, and Bill Tergu-
son, he called him 'sold four eyes" one
day, which the doctor, he heard Dill say
it, and he nailed him and dragged him up
to the desk, and then be gave US lecture,
and said there was once boy he knew,
and he was about Bills size, vino insulted
a gray-headed old man, and called him
wicked names, and the next day--the very
next morning-that boys mo:her died Of
infammatory rheumatism, and his sister
broke out with bunions.
Bill, he cried, while the doctor held him
by the shirt collar. but he winked at the
boys as he came away, and wrote on a
piece of paper, and threw it over to me,
that he thought the doctor was "a blower
and he daresent hit boy of his size.
want some new books very much,
about ten Of them, and they will cost eight
dollars. Don't send the books, for the
doctor likes US to buy them here.
don't want any money for tally or
marbles. for I don't care about them but
be sure not to send anything but the
money FOR the books.
am in good health. I was taken sick
last week, and had sore eye for few
days. but it is now well.
We was playing mumble-peg out on
the grass, and Bill Ferguson, he grabbed
my knife. / told him he had better give
that knife up or would tell yon, and get
you to lick him when you came down, and
then he dared me to knock chip of his
shoulder.
And Jake McGinnis, he pushed me
against him, and that knocked the chip
oil, and Bill, he struck me over the nose
three or four times, and said he'd ''bust
me on the snoot'' if I didn't dry up, f.r
couldn't help crying, and was taken
sick, and couldn't 90 to school all that
day. 7a
And the doctor, he locked Bill up in the
garret, but he didn't care, for he cluml
out on the roof, and was chasing around
after tom. cats, up and down almost every
morning, and pulling plaster cut of thu
chimney to throw at peopls in the street
| Give my love to all at home, and dom
forget the money for the books.
Bill is about Ia, do you think he car
lick you?
| Please send the money. and helieve ma
your afFectionate son, II. M. WILKINS.
| p. S.-Don't forget to send the money
for those books.