Milford chronicle. [volume] (Milford, Del.) 1878-1974, 1896-07-10
BROWNS NECK.

Mr.. EDITOR Me and the two
gals CHATS nv two darters Mary
Ann and Sinty) was a talkin' last
mite about the newspapers "a tellin
everything that happens around, ex,
cept what happens in Browns Neck
An we jest sot il right down, that it
was for the want Of sumbody TO rite
TO the newspapers and let 'em know
wat was gOin on. So Mary Ann
(she's my oldest darter) said if l
would write this week an tell you
wat happens, she would rite next
week, pervided you put wat l rit in
The paper, and Sinty says if you
print my letter and Mary AIMS, she
will rite week after next.
Now, Mr.. Editor, | do hope you
oill print this, for you,see II will be
SIGH management to the gals. 1t
will be the means of startin' 'em in
the literary world, and if they once
git started, have no dout but what
they will soon git to the top of the
ladder-pervidin the ladder amt
too high. am certain and sure that
Mary Ann has liteary talent, and
when ! tell you wat she rote about
the old man Bludson's scrape he got
into with the hornets, | think you
will agree with me.
MIR. Bludson was a going to the
factory with load of tomats and
saw some very fine apples under a
tree in Mr.. Sparge's orchard, so he
jumped from his wagon and run to
the tree and filled his hat, forgitting
for the time that there was no more
hair on the top of his head than gin
orally grows on a simblin, so when
he straltened up and closed the door !
of hornets nest with that naked |
head. ooracious, but didn't he open
the door quick; didn't he run and |
skute thro the weeds and sassafrack |
bushes, and boiler and yell and mar
vel down the road, and spill all his
ipples-never got to taste One-and |
lOn't know to this day whether they
was sweet apples or sour. An Mr..
Editor. if you coud have seen him
lite them hornets with his hat, an
heard him sware, an seen the dust
/ login' around him, you would have
hot young siclOne had got loose
md was going to devastate the coun-
ny.
Mary Ann was in the permatus
patch near by and saw it all. But
Ihe vows she never said a word, only
Look at the old man Bludson," an
Mr.. Editor, would you believe it, he
,wore towards where she was, and
Mary Ann will always think he
iwore at her. Well, Mr. Editor, it
loes seem TO me that he is not as
clever as he used to be when l used
o send by him for my grOceries,an
he brO't 'em right to my door. l
mind one time | sent my can by him
or cole oil and he lost my man, and
didn't git can nor oil neither. But
avs, l forgive him long ago, and
hink now, don't you, Mr.. Editor,
hat he mite forgive Mary Ann for
ust sayin "Look at the old man
3ludson". Why she didn't mean
,it of harm, hut some folks are awful
lard to forgive their fellow mortals.
But Mr.. Editor | was gOin to tell
,ou what Mary Ann rit about Blud-
on and the hornets and have told
bout it myself and never word of
What she rote well hern is poetry
md rale good poetry to, or else l
I'M no JUICE, l had mOnstrus time
o get Mary AIMS consent to let
ne see her poem, l just had to come
lite out on her and tell her she
would never stand in the front roe
f she didn't let the readin public see
Ter productions, so at last she went
o her buroe drawer and got the fol-
OWN:
Twas early one mornin' as BludsOn
went to town
He spid some apples by the way,
Ind so he scrambled down from off
his loaded wagon
And fastened to the tree.
And while he filled his hat with fruit
Sung DO take care bee."
} Bludson watch the hornets
Their nest is in the tree,
Throw down your fruit and run for
life,
And DO take care the BIS
Now Mr.. Editor don't you think
hat any body that can rite verses as
.oOd as these ort to devote their
ime and talent to literture do even
1t is one Of my gals. Mary Ann
viii rite next. From one who wishes
Ou well.
MRs MARY A RRInas- SR