The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1891-10-06
Betsy lust Bilin' Over---A Dude Calls
Him Away.

Betsy Just Bilin' Over---A Dude Calls
Him Away.
B" Hello! little devil"
D.-"Well, Mr.. Bi kins, what's the
matter?"
B.-"Matter Everything's the mat
ter. Where's Ramsey p
Rim on hand, Zeke. What's
the trouble?"
B.-"What's got the matter with
the papers? Why don't they tote fair.
My blood is up. I went out this morn
ing to plow a little but blame me if l
can work. Betsy she got so mad that
she actilly cooked breakfast without
washin' her face. Why she wouldn't
sell chickens to them editors at a dol
lar a piece nor butter at a dollar a
pound. Her old Scotch-Irish blood is
at boiling heat, I tell you. The girls
slipped off down to the branch soon
this morning to get sweetgum, waitin'
for her to cool off.
R.-"Well, you have satisfied me
that things are not serene at your
house, but you don't tell me the
trouble"
B.-"WelI, the trouble is this; Them
Democratic papers won't tote fair.
They publish lies that are Matched up
by radical Republican sheets against
Democrats and when Democrats write
and expose the lies they won't publish
them Democratic denials. Look at
that Milwaukee double barrelled shot
gun business, and the NelcS and OBJ
SerUer never would publish that letter.
Then here comes another radical lie
about that tar and feather business and
about President Polk being a Brigadier-
General and killing Yankee prisoners,
and all that. Didn't they know that
this was all radical rot? You just
ought to hear Betsy on it. And when
she read about that free pass business
you ought to seed her. She throwed
the paper down and risin' to the full
hight of her majestic person (and ] tvN
you there is times when to me she does
appear awful majestic) she says with
a queenly wave of the right hand:
'Zeke,' she says, here's a Teller talking
about our officers ridin' on free passes.
Why if a conductor on n Of our
roads was to catch that little editor
with a paid-for ticket on his train he
would arrest him in q mint, for he
would be shure that he had done some
thin awful mean and was a rUnnin'
away Betsy is a bilin', I tell you.
She folded up two of these papers and
tucked 'em in her little blue calico bag,
and I axed her what she was gwine to
do with them. She says she is gwin5
to take 'em over to the Alliance meet
in tomorrow and have 'em read in the
meetin'."
R.-"Say, are you coming to hear
Senator PETER and others next Fri
day?"
B.-"YOu, bet we are. l volunteered
the first of the war and went and
fought in over forty battles and was
shot full of holes, but I quit when old
Mas BOb,' as the boys loved to call him,
told us it was all over. I come home
to Betsy and have been a longin' for
the day to come when the people who
done the fghtin' could git together,
and I am comm to Raleigh to see PETER
and to tell him that | and all the brave
men who fought him are ready to bury
the Ratchet and come together. Betsy
says she is going to bring a big basket
full of good things and she is gwine to
have him and President Polk to eat
dinner with her. Oh, I tell you she is
mod. Say, we want to come to THE
PROGRESSIVE FARMER office and see you
ALL"
R.-"AIl right. We will be glad to
welcome you"
B.-'Well, here is a dudeish-looking
Teller just rode up to the gate and hol-
Tered and III have to stop. Good bye.
Say, Ramsey, I seed Bro. A. @. Green
yestidy and he said the Alliance Of
Wake county is solid as a rock. We
know what's what and don't you forgit
it. Good bye.
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