The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1896-08-27
BILL ARP'S LETTER.
HOT WEATHER UNITS WILLIAM
FOR HIS WORK.
An Explanation as to the Origin o.
July and August.


his party when only thirty three years
old, and held the highest office before
he was forty. But [ don't understand
what made him cut a slice out of the
middle of the year and name it July.
And his son Gus did the same thing and
named it August. If they wanted to
dismember the year and add two more
months why dident they take it off the
tail end and lap them on to December.
[ don't like July nor August nohow.
1t seems to me they get hotter and
hotter as the years roll on. can't
work in my garden. 1t is so warm
that [ can't gather the vegetables nor
NOW the grass for the COW with any
comfort. [ sweat all over with pers-
plration and have to change my gar
ments every day. We don't go to bed
until II o'clock and can't sleep good
for an hour after, but I reckon it will
come all right again before long. I
reckon SO. 1t always does. Whatever is
is right.
My wife borrowed the baby again
last night. Ever and anon she has to
have baby to stay over night and
sleep with her to remind her of the
good old times when she nursed her
own and fondled them and patted
them in the restless night. So little
Caroline, who is the youngest grand
child. 7Tas left with her to comfort her
and il made both happy, for the little
thing loves her grandma and hardly
knows which mother she belongs to.
L got to sleep about midnight, but my
olfactories or esophagus or larynx or
throttle valve Or whatever you call it
was out of order and I suppose I was
| snoring pretty lively when I heard a
voice calling me: civilian, William. I"
Asleep or awake that uxorian voice al
ways makes me Jump with alacrity. I
hastened over to her corner of the room
to see what was the matter and ran
against the center table and chair
and waited for orders. Suddenly she
whispered: 81 just wanted you to
turn over. You snore so loud yon will
wake up the baby. Don't snore So"
With a subdued feeling I started
back to my bed, but it was awful dark
and couIdent find the round table
that was in the middle of the room.
Slowly and cautiously I felt my way,
when suddenly my nose collided with
the top of the mantlepiece. This
guided me to my little bed again and
| assumed tired and recumbent po.
sition and ruminated on the battle of
life. But mustent snore was the or
der. The baby mustent be disturbed.
This Injunction weighed so heavily
upon me- that I was afraid to fall into
deep sleep and of getting sonorous
again, SO 1 slumbered along and
dreamed 1 was travelling to heaven or
some haven of rest, and on every barn
and board fence and rocky cliff there
was red letter sign like patent
medicine sign and it said, Don't
snore! Don't snore! Don't snore!'
and by and by we reached high
mountain and there was a youth
climbing it with a banner and
thought it was the excelsior chap
we used to see in the blue back
spelling book, but as the breeze un-
folded the banner saw it was "Don't
Snore. Don't Snore." Just then I
was awakened by gentle sonorous OIL
factory sound that came from the other
corner of the room and so [ ventured
over there and touched her tenderly
and whispered: "Don't snore; you
will wake up the baby"
This baby raising business is about
the biggest business I know of and the
most responsible. I was one of ten
that my mother raised, and my wife
has raised ten, and we have raised ten,
and it looks like some of our posterity
are on the same ancestral line. Bnt
there were no grandparents in our
family and we little chaps had to rough
it like Cain and Abel did. Nowadays
it takes two parents and three or foul
grandparents and several aunts and q
nurse and baby carriage to raise q
child, but that is all right if the
child is blessed with such priv
ileges. The dear little things
ought to have good time ir
lHiaHcy, lor tFouDie VIII surely come
when they get older, and I rejoice
that the modern children have bet
ter time than we did. / remember the
little brown cradle that we were al
rocked in, and when there wasent I
baby carriage in the town. I remem.
Der when the average child had NJ
nurse save its mother, and she did tn,
housework and made all the garments
too, and dident know she was having
hard time. The little chaps diden
have their faces washed nor thei
clothes changed but once or twice
day and they were set down on th
floor or the ground and given som
homemade play things, and they, too
aident know there was anything better
Even the children of wealthy parent
were turned over to the little darkie
and were happy in their keeping.
remember when Evan Howell, th
political dictator, was bobbia
around with the little niggel
and got SO dirty playing in th