The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1898-02-22
The Ranch Girls Letter To Ker Beau.


DEAR TOMMY
promised to write you letter
from Denver, but o !
scarcely know how to begin II, city fash
ion, you know,
For now I'm proper young lady, and cousin
Jennette says that
viii be just d queen Of refinement and elegant
style bye and bye.
I've started on lessons in music, my teacher
dreamy eyed jay,
with hair like an amateur cowboy, and style
Jennie says is aw fay.
He's sure sust pink of politeness, and talent
ed 2 Well should shout
His jiglets can pound the piano for every darn
ed thing there is out.
Say, Tommy, you just ought to see me logged
out in these elegant clothes,
Dressed up like novel book princess in style
from my head to my toes,
Jennette makes me yank at my corsets unit
I'm so tarnally pinched
I reckon 1 feel like broncho the first time tine
critter is cinched.
She says will soon get accustomed to wear
ing the things, but guess
I never was built on q model for wearing So
ciety dress.
really suffer in torment, and never feel easy
and right,
Till l lock myself In my bedroom and get of
the cinch for the night.
Ely cousin Jennette gave party last night, in
my honor, she said
Invited a lot of young fellows and girls, and
say Tom, on the dead
These city galoots made me weary with al
their politeness and style
wouldn't give one nice cowpuncher for the
whole aristocracy pile.
They paid me the closest attention, they buzz
zed all around me like flies,
And said complimentary nothings I knew vert
society lies.
They bowed and they smiled and they wiggled
and called me wild prairie rose
told one young dandy to cheese it or I'd give
him bat on the nose.
A dance was part of the menu; Jen told me tC
sit for awhile
And quietly take observations, and sort o.
catch onto the style.
It's what they call dancing in Denver, but
when they got started see
Twas too cussed mild in its nature and gitur
to ever suit me.
I took part in cotillion; beg pardon, near
quadrille;
And when they cut loose with the music by
Godfrey 1 couldn't keep still
showed them some genuine dancing, just
welted the floor with my boots
And the ROSTERS just haw- hawed and hollered
till thought they would shatter their
throats.
One jay 1 think they called Harry said dancing
like that was his size,
And If they would give him some music he'd
treat them to quite surprise;
He tried to kick holes in the ceiling with his
shoes, whitfield down to point,
Cavorted and jumped and contorted till l
thought he would burst every joint,
But, say, the lad stopped mighty sudden, and
dropped down into seat
knew for fact when saw him make a sneak
at the very first chance
He'd gone off to look up tailor to doctor rip
in his pants
Well, Tommy, goodbye; must shake you, I'm
just as homesick as can be
This sham sort Of life in the city was never in
tended for me.
I'd rather be back upon the ranges where
people are just what they seem,
logged out in my everyday rigging; and that's
no delirious dream
long to be back where the fellows have hon
esty set in their eyes.
Whose manly young lips never open to let out
society lies.
But more than all else just at present, 1 tell
you, Tom, honest and true,
1 want to get rid of these corsets Yours truly
and faithfully.
SUE.
Denver Post.