The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1893-02-03
"UNC' P'TROOSHO.'

"Wna 10 Qey calls me Petan L tTOo-
sho? Ain yo' nebah year dat?
"Marse Gawge CUB me dat name,
down in Faginny, endu'in wah tine.
Marse Gawge greet man ter glib we all
o names. I had mon 'leben, 1 gpess,
on'y P'troosho de on'y n sides AHotah
dat stick ter me-. Wen Miss Alice cub
me suit err Marse Gawge's clo'es, wild red
necktie an plug hat. Marse Gawge he
laff an say he gotter call me Boohrum-
MI, and SO he do TO- long time eb'ry day
I dress up. Den, one time wen I gwine
to mill, de oil bosses dey git scarf an rim
plumb ter mill an back ergin; an after
dat, eb'ry time Marse Gawge see me wild
de bay team, he hollah, 'Hullo, Gilping.'
"Nodah. time, wen | bin fussin aroun
in de garrit, | foun er oil muff, wha' ol
miss done frow erway, an ak Miss Alice
kin l hab m. case it jes' de ting wen |
halter go set b Pomp. de dribah, ON col
days wen Marse Gawge an Miss Alice
go dribin. Miss Alice she say | kin, SO
mex col day, wen dey halter go ter
Marse Willie's, | war dc muff. n
Marse Gawge, he seen m, an say: Hui
10, Rushinbow! Wen you come fin
France?'
"But wy he call me 'P'troosho? l
dunno, 'zackly, but Marso Gawge do.
He kim ter me one day, an say, 'Petah,
whuffer yo' don git merried ergin:
Marse Gawge allus sayin tings right
plumb out ter we all, jes' LAX dat.
can l say: 'Marse Gawge, l aim
speakin no names, but does yo' mem
bah er suttin pusson dat am now gone
erway FIN disher vale of teahs, all
whatter mis'able tempah dat pusson had?
An do yo' 'membah dat wen dat suttin
pusson was libin, folkses dat libed wild
her gotter stan roun? No, sab, l doesn't
CATER any mo-, tank yo'. Marse Gawge.
Sides, Tze ergettin too OF TO SIGH non
sensical tings.'
"Marse Gawge he laff. WY Petah,'
he say, 'yo' is on'y bout fifty. Yo'
young man yit. Now, me n Miss Alice
bin tinkin dat 'twould be nice ting eff
Cl'rindy n you'all d sit married.
'Twould sorter mex it mo- c'nveeniunt,
an all dat
II dunno whatter say ter dat. Dat
Cl'rindy was lady lookin an right smaht,
but she got jes' SIGH a tempah as [ done
had 'speriunce wild. SO l look t Marsc
Gawge an say: Nh! Golly, chile, dat
niggah wuss'n de odah one l done men
shun. How yo' spose l kin stan dat:
"Marse Gawge he stop II tinkf fer vile.
Den he say: 'Petah, Tze feared yo' done
let yerse'f be hainpeck'. Lemme tell
yo', Petah, dat de only way ter be boss
am ter 'sert yo'se'f an don let no woman
mex yer s+an roun lax Aunt Debby
done. Dey raS e. man oncet whar name
was P'troofho, an he right smaht man.
Well, dey cne,-y him ter gal wha' got
mo- tempah n Ell settin hen. My, she
wal tur'ble! So P'troosho, wen he git
all hitch, gin ter train dat oman.
> "'Ef she git mad he git mad, too, r
tend dat he is. an he jes' raise de oil Nick
wuss'n her. Eff she say it col day, he
say she lie, dat deday am mis'ably wahm.
Of he don lax he dinner he TEX n frow
it on de fioh an bre'k de dishes. He hol-
lah at dat oman an boss 'er roun an
bullyrag twell dat oman dom know 'er
name. By m by she git so dat Wen
P'troosho tell 'er i'll broad daylight dat
de sun am de moon she bliebe i'm, an
willin ter sw'ar ter it. Eff he call Kate!
she mos bre'k 'er naik comm ter see
whuffer he call.
"'Now, Petah, OATS de way ter do eff
er fool oman ac' lax dat. In dat way
yo' kin bre'k 'em OBJ DER tricks in bout
two days
II fought erwhile an mex up my min
dat war greet scheme, so l say ter Marse
Gawge, 'Marse Gawge, eff yo' n Miss
Alice sesso. l do dat an see how yo' plan
wuk.'
so wen Christmas kim, me n Cl'rir'
dy stan up in de pollah oh de big house,
an de wife pashon merry us. same lax
he done Marse Willie an Miss Blanche,
IN after dat we all hab big time in dc
hall twell mos mawnin."
81 had er house back b. de cookhouse
whar me II Debby done lib fer nor
twenty year, an me n Cl'rindy we mobed
in dar. Marse Gawge done CUB us new
cheers an table an stobe, al Miss Alice
DIG lCb Us LdD hCN SydlpOp, Wild oIe
dom want in up stains hall nc mo-; SO VIZ
all was fixed up right smaht.
"Cl'rindy v a jes' sweets p'simmons
fo' mon er week. Den one day she gil
outer de bald wrong way, an wen I lool
t her l know dat omen is mad. 1 din
lax dat, case hab my min all mex "
dat wen she 'gind at mad b'sniss she got
ter hab less'n, an l don lax ter CUB il
ter her. But l DON say muffin, only mel
up my min ter let 'er go twell she gil
sassy, den shek 'er off dat high boss.
Gwen we waitin ON table at dinnah
Marse Gawge he kin see dat Cl'rindy an
hot, an he wink at me, lax dis. After
dinner, wen he cotch NE erlone, he say
We'll, P'troosho, is yo' git de shoe
tamedY Den he laff.
81 say, What shoe does yo' mean, sab
I don't know muffin bout no Shoe
"Den Marse Gawge laff some mo-, al
say, 4 dim say NO shoe, Petah. mean
is yo' had ter gin Cl'rindy's less'ns yit?
kin see she mad wild something
II tell i'm I ain staht trainin Wit. bu,