Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1883-07-14
KENTUCKY coRRE sPoE0EGcE.

KAINTURKEY, July 9Th, 1888.
Dear Mr.. Editor .--As read in the
GAINESVILLE papers number of letters
seeming to be from pursons of limited
education, have concluded to impose
little further on the good nature of
them concerned; By them concerned, 1
mean the editors who must be delight
ed to have so much writing done for
them these hot, fly times, as well as
the readers who are principally farm
ers, and they had as soon nod over one
kinder trash az another, as they don't
have time morn Onct a week to sit in
the shade and curl the news and to-
bacco smoke at the same time-be-
twixt nodding and reading and mash
ing the ding flies that frets, fellah
fearful somehow Mister Editor when
| read over that last sentence it don't
sound exactly right, it'll d. reckon,
| though; it's about as sensible as some
| of the expressions from that writer in
the Dimocrat who always seems to
start out from home under the favor
of clear blue skies and liquid blue
eyes, and one time went to church
that surmounted the forest"-tall
Westinghouse, that But mayby he's
young and sentimental, and as for that
he may have felt like he and his gal
and the meeting house was all plump
up in the skies-you see it's me that
knows the likes of young folks, for
I've been all along that road where
everything were of tall stature, but
as I've crowned old everything seems
to be very close to the earth. Speak
ing of that Dimocrat paper-ain't it
the wide awakest, go aheadest, sphinx
spankest young paper one ever read
since? There is the Dimocratic editor
who tells us that he knows it all and
there is no discount on him. The
POly-tic writer must be the one who
bangs and bustles and boots and beaux
the ladies-somctimes he gets riled
and TITLES and tattles too much; for it
isn't right to be everlastingly throwing
ladies' stockings in their faces, wheth-
er they are black or blue-speaking
of black stockings, l am very fond of
them, principally because / was 9fotch
up" on them, as the old folks say. My
grandmother handed down a pair of
black silk stockings that had been
footed three times, and hadn't a hole
from top to bottom when her grand
daughter, my sister Molly Maria died
and left them to my Motive call her
that for Shorthand so here they are
all the fashion again, ready for use,
and Moll is going to dance in them at
the next big Cave bran-dance and /
suppose they will tract much atten-
ton for their usage, for having been
handed down four pairs of feet and
footed three times by the same pair of
hands, but somehow Use got bothered
again and will go on to the next sub.
ject. l suppose Mister Editor, that
You recognize form my handwriting
that am farmer. | undertake to
write SO seldom that when I do my
idears. crowd my pen so that the let
ters look like they are climbing up
and falling down-my tales to my gees
are all too long, my legs to my dees
are dancing hornpipes, my is are
either too little or too big, my o's look
like dinner plates-but this part is
confidentIal-my letter looks so whop-
per- awed that would not expect you
to try to spell it out if I,didnt know
you got such all the time; but these
county papers are CRATE things, they
enable the poor benighted farmer to
occasionally ventillate his opinions of
things in general and the people at
large. We that have to make our liv-'
ing by the sweat of our eyebrows and
backs and good deal of sun burn,
are very grateful for a little notice
when we raise good crop of punkins,
or go to town to buy little calicer
for the old lady, and the gals, and a
few plows to ticket the bosom of the
earth. 1t kinder encourages US to see
our names in the paper, especially
when crops is in such a mess as they
are now, and everything going to
smash as it were.
This nice Sunday morning as I sit
under the treeses, enjoying the breez-
es, l laugh to myself when read Hot
spurs letter taking off that Hopkins
Vile critick, | reckon he has already
commenct to sharpen his pen and
grind his wits, now we may expect
skrimmage of the first water; and for
once, like the Goddess of Liberty, will
settle myself on the top rail of a stake
and rider fence and scent it from affair."
Now Hotspur have groaned too old |
to notice such trifels, the papers has
to be filled with something, and Guth-
RE have stood many mizzle like that |
young fellah flung, when he was pass
ing up from the CRATE city of Nash
vile, where he had been noticed by
live judge and naturally felt full-of
and kinder proud. But Hot
spur is city father and feels family
pride, besides, he is defendant of
that Historical Irishman who wore
very long coat tails and invited some
body to step on them. ..
Well, as my fingers are powerful
stiff, | won't say any more.
JIM CRACK Corn.
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