The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1875-02-24

All rufles, tucks and fr!llS!
Good gracious me! she's got her work;
I'll hev to git my kn:tin'.
Is'pose You knew Bill Smith had give
Her darter Ann the mitten?
Comein! Miss Perkins, is that you?
I'm aesprit glad you've come,
For as scd TO Betsy Jane,
The house seems awful dumb.
Miss Perkins, take the rockin' cheer,
An, Betsy take her bunnit.
Be sure you put it where the flies
AM dust won't git upon it.
Sez I, not half an hour ago,
Sez I to Betsy Jane.
Iwonder where Miss Perkins is?-
Here, Betsy, hand that skein-
Sez I, T hope she'll come to-day.
Ifnoshin's up 70 hinder.
She's comm now, sez Betsy Jane,
A Alooknoat the winder.
Miss Perkins take pinch O. snuff,
An tell ne all the news;
I Ihavn't heard 'em in so long
I've almost had the blues.
Miss Johnson's go. a new silk dress2
Miss Perkinsl Hall, Il never!
wonder II she really thinks
Her money'I last forever?
bliss Perkins, yes! Twas ct church,
Now, want you glad to hear
The Preacher preach so plain on dress!
It hitsone folks so clesr..
Miss Primrose colored Ike beat
You'know she wore feather
An Ssry Grimes was awful mad!
IthA 'en both together!
Iwonder if Squire Pettiuone
Hain'sEota bran'-uew wig?
really do dislike that man
BE feels 80 awful big?
You see him walkin' r'other night
Along with Kath'rine Snyder?
Kiss Perkins that'rl make match,
Tibet pint o cider.
The ieaeon's son is waitin' on
MISS Grimes cousin Rose?
Why, mol hadn't heard o that.
What for, do you suppose?
hardly think he'll marry her;
BIS father won't be willip'.
She's just IS poor as poor can be
She isn'tworthsa shillin'.
The doctors wife has got boy?
Wall now that's suthin' new.
Is'pese she'll name it arter him,
Ishould, an shouldn't you?
Ofcousse vou knew Marian Smith
Had named Der darrer Lilly.
I'd name her Cabbage Holiyhock!
That amt one bit more silly!
Miss Perkins, what! Miss Blodgett lets
Her girls play plays and dance!
Well LI declare, that takes me down,
An beats the whole o France!
know one thing-my. Betsy Jane
Don't help 'em in their doin's.
Imight as well jest pint her to
The narrer road to ruin.
Miss Perkins, heV you heard sbout
That fuss with Peleg Brown?
You hain't? Why, goodness gracious me!
J+aS oil sho-,t the town
They think he cheats his customers
A sellin' saleratus;
An say they catched his youngest son
A stealin' green tomatoes.
Ofcourse you've heard the talk that's roul
About the Widow Hatch?
They say she's after Thomas Sweet,
An that twill be match.
Eerhusban' h'ain't been dead six months,
An now she wants another.
She'd never be my darter-in-law
fl was Thomas mother!
Hev herd Of the weddin'? No!
Who, underneath the sun?
John Wal. and Huldy Robinson?
Miss Perkins you're in fun!
Why, he's as much as ffty-two,
An Huldy isn't twenty;
But then-we know the reason why
The old fools cash is plenty!
bliss Perkins, lay your work aside
An her cup O. tea.
This cake of Betsy James is nice;
Jest try piece an, see.
usedso like 70 cook an bake,
An'Si knew how TO du it.
An Betsy Jane shall larn it tu;
I'll eddicate her through it.
Miss Perkins, are you goiu' now2
One thing I'd like to know
Go bring her banni:, Betsy Jane-
That's why You hurry so.
Your tunnit's jest as nice as new;
Iswan, it's right in fashion!
Them ruAies an these gethers here
Are resly very dashin'.
Oh, yes, Miss Perkins, I shall come.
You must come down agiu!
You haven't been mere in q so long,
It really is sin.
Good afternoon-yes, Betsy Jane
Shall come an see your d&rter.
There! has she gone? really hope
She got what she was arter!
In all my life never did
See sich tattlin' critter!
They'd ought to call her Scandalbones;
I'm sure the name 'ud fit her.
s'pose I must re eturn her call;
But want sociable at all.
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who was evidently "hard up"
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Know We an hour more fraught with Joy,
Than ever felt the Maid Of Greece,
When kissed by Venus amorous boy!
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Noryet when brother printers quote
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