Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1891-10-29

/ went there he could go along too, as
he wanted to go to New York anyway to
see the cotton; cause he had read dispatch
| from there in The GAZETTE as how the WIS.,
| ible supply of cotton was 1856. 402 bales,
| and he said as he was gettin' old now he
might not get another chance TO see so much
cotton all in one place asin. So Pa got me
| to write nice letter 10 Poushkeepsie land
| it took the whole family to spell that name
| right, askin' all about the terms and how
| much boardin' and washin' was for kid
| like me, and I signed Pas name to it and
| put it in an envelope and directed it to Vas
| sar. and licked stamp and stuck il on and
| put il in the mail box, and we all went on
| workin' button holes, etc, and awaitin' for
| an answer. 1t come IL a week or so, and
| poor old Pa like to PLANTED when he saw it,
| for they had just sent our nice letter right
back to US, and right across the face of it in
red ink, was written in big letters:
NO PANTS AT yAsSAR."
Ant Mollie said we orter had better sense,
cause nobody but girls went TO Nassar. but
it sorter hurt Pas feelins, and that's how l
am goin' to public school this year. Poor
Pa, when l asked him for a quarter the
other day to help buy a chandelier for my
Sundayschool room, he said he wouldn't
give cent, cause none of US could play on
1t after we got it, but when l told Pa that
chandel'i~ and an organ We're two very in
different things, why he let me have fifty
cents and said he only wanted to see if 1
knew the difference.
Me and my chum held a meeting in our
woodshed last Saturday. and I was secre-
tary and he was president. On motion, it
was agreed that this society shall be called
The Gazette Corresponding klub," and its
object is the abolition of knowledge and
literature through the Press of the coun-
try. We had it defamation" but Pa said
when he was Young man he used to see
ha hHl IHr inf HgAr
and he advised US to get it in somewheres,
cause it was newspaper word so we let
it go, not havin' any dictionery but Pa.
On motion it was ordered that each men,
Der of this klub write letter to the Fort
Worth GAZETTE once every two weeks,
some weeks, on the topicks of the day and
our progress at school, Then we adjourned,
and Bub hooked three big donuts from his
Ma and give me one, and it was bully.
They are the beateneSt donutS you ever did
see; one boy couldn't eat more than eight
or nine without havin' panes in his lap.
On. yes! l want to tell you about Pas
mash in Fort Worth. You see, after the
Dime museum man had sent after that
pair o'pants o'mine that went through the
contest for The GAZETTE scholarship, Pa
said we was attractin' too much contention
and had all of us better quit writin', but
some Fort Worth lady sent him her auto
crat album the other day requestin' him to
then Pa has been writin' and Spellin' and
rubbin' out and beginnin' over again. and
tearin' up paper and slingin of ink, but
finally he got somethin' to suit him last
Tuesday night and he was an hour and
forty minutes putin it in that book. It
was a dandy. Pa found a pretty page with
two turkle doves roostin' sorter lovin' like
on one leg up in one corner, and q whole lot
of tOrgit-me knots twinin' around the
edges, and in a loud and fowin' hand he
wrote the followin' sentiment:
beneath my Shirt there is Hart
that ThrobS and beets for Thee,
And as you Slip and slide Along,
trusty friend is Hard TO find.
Yours Immortality. NICODEMUS PANTS
Ant Climbin Ivy Pants read it over when
it came her turn, and she says, says she:
'Shucks, Nick, that don't rhyme;'' but
when Pa went on to say that it was blank
verse, she flung herself outen the room and
l heard her sayin' somethin' like ''NIost too
blank ''big fool:'' his time of life, too,''
and such like, and she shut the door in
italics behind her. Anty needn't talk,
monkeyin' around in her desk l found some
of her verses she wrote when she was
lovln' Allan Huckleberry that married
Ophelia Shanks that lived next door to US.
and they amt much better than poor Pas,
only they rhyme. What do you think of
thisl
TO MY HUCKLEBERRY.
MY love is like the waters blue
That glide and ripple past so merry;
My love to me is ever true
My love, he is my Huckleberry.
My love is like the summer rose.
His hair is red his eyes are blue;
He sports wart upon his nose,
And wears No. Is shoe
His presence haunts me day and night,
And though ne does walk pigeon-toed,
My Huckleberry's out of sight,
And all his toys are a la MODE.
Why further seek his faults to scan,
Or praise his eyes of blue, so merry;
For he hunkidor man.
There's no flies on my Huckleberry.
Now l must quit for this time, but nv
chum will write to you next time and tell
you somethin' about our goin' to school.
Bub is a terrible liar, and don't you b'leve
all he says. Give my responsibilities to
Col. Malone and The GAZETTE Girls.
LITTLE TONNE PANTS.