Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1889-01-09
ALpENA WEEKLY ARGUS.
MISCELLANEOUS.
JUST A nEIeHeoRLY Gall


JUST A NEIGHBORLY CALL.
who's tina. a comm up the path'-run, Betsoy
Jane an see.
I'll bet IT'S hOrrld oil Mis- Jones comm here
to tea.
Mis- Perkins, is It, wuss an wuss Ia ruther
hear II thunder.
She's on a tat'lln' trip, s'pOse. What brings
her here, 1 wonderf
NY how that woman likes TO talk. Don't ask
her II she'll stay,
For II we urged her hard enough she'd never
go away
or all the gOssipers know, Mis- Perkins beats
She's Jest chuokful o. news an things, I'll bet a
silver dollar.
She's got that oil silk bunnit on. It's Older
than the hills,
Land, don't II look redickerl'us, all rufies,
purs an frillsS
What's that you sayi She's got her work,
Wall, han me down my knittn'.
I'll ask her whyor Jim Johnson give her da'ter
Ann the mittin.
Come o. Mis- Perkins Is this your I'm a,gruI
glad you come,
For, as says to Betsey Jane, the house seems
desprit dumb.
Mis- Perkins, take the rockin cheer, an Bet
sey take her bunnit.
BE sure you put II where the flies an dust
won't git upon It,
sez !, not hat an hour ago, SEE l to Betsey
Jane:
az wonder where Mis- Perkins is'"-Here, Bet
sey, hand that skein-
Sez 1: ~ hope she'll como to-day ef nothin s
up 10 hinder"
"She's comm now" SEE Betsey Jane, lookin'
thru the winder.
Mis- Perkins, take pinch o. snun an tell me
all the news.
Haven't heerd 'em In so long I've almost had
the blues.
Mis- Johnson's got q new silk dress' Good
gracious, wall never.
wonder Of she RELY thinks her moneyn last
foreverf
Mis- Perkins, yes; 1 aoaS at church. Now wdsnt
you glad to hear
The preacher preach 90 plain on dress, IL hi,
some folks so clear
Mis- Primrose colored like a beet-you know
she wore a feather
An Sarah Grimes was hoppin' mad. 1t hit 'em
both together.
wonder of Squire Pcttnbone hain't got On
other wigi
swan, do dislike that man, he feels so awful
big.
Kathrin' Snyderi
Mis- Perkins, thatll make a match, I'll bet O
pint o. cider.
Mis- Perkins, whau Mis- Blodgitt let's her girls
play plays an dancer
Wall, declare, that takes me down. Shed
better go to France.
Iknow one thing my Betsey Jane won't helr
'om In sich doin's.
might as we'll jest pint her TO the narrer road
to rooin
Mis- Perkins, hev you heerd about that fuss
with Peleg Brown'
You hdfnU Why goodness gracious me, it's
all about the town.
They say he cheets his customers sellin'
sallyratus,
An simson ketched his youngest bog steal.
In HIS tummatoes.
or course you've heerd the talk that's round
about the Wilder Hatch'
They say she's sparkin' Thomas Sweet, an
bound to make match.
Her husban' hain't ben dead six months an
now she wants another.
Shed never be my dater.in.law OF was
Thomas mother
Hev heerd OF tho weddn'f No. Who under
meath the sum-
John Wait an Hubby Robi' SOM Mis- Perkins
Why he's as much as ffty-six an Hubby nigh
on twenty;
But then, we know the reason why the oil
fools cash is plenty.
Mis- Perkins, lay your work aside an hev a cur
o. tea.
This cake O. Betsey James is nice, Jest try O
piece an see.
I'm never braggin' round like some, but jest
twixt you an me,
We've got the smartest girls in town. Take
after us' He, he
hecrd your Ann Civ Tom sons son the mittin
was 1t sof
I jest admire her spunK. guess She find an.
other beau.
My Betsey Jane, she allus said she d never 20
with Jim,
Fer any girl with common sense would soor
git sick OF him.
Mis- Perkins, are you goin.now. I'd RELY like
TO know
Go git her bunnit. Betsey Jane-why 70,
should hurry So
Your bunnit's jest as nice as'ncw, l swan; it,
right In fashion.
Them rufIlos an these gathers here are reel,
very dashin'.
Oh, yes, Miss Perkins, shall come. You mus
run in agin,
You haven't been here in so long IL RELY is
sin.
Good afternoon. Yes, Betsey Jane shall com,
an see your da'ter.
There; Is she gomez reey hope she got wha
she was alter.
! do declare, never sec a,woman that I'D bea
her.
It's tattle tattle, all tho time, the mischief
maxim creature.
allus act discouragin1when she COMES rount
aspyin'
Fer believe, as most folks do, that tattlini
bad as lynn.
-Ebsa Z. Restford IN Yankee Blaie