The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1899-04-28
IRELAND INKLINGS.

Nix. EDITOR. see YOU got my
writin's of last week all framed good
an solid Betsy says she thinks II
would be real perlite in me to thank
you fur your trouble in placin all
the big words in proper order, 50
here's tip Of my hat to you, and
long may you live.
Mr.. EDITOR, if you hear any ov
the Air Line people ta.kin' o. white
capin' Uncle Sampson for givin'
their snap away, jist whisper down
to me over the telegram and III
have Betsy to sot the broom by the
bed of nights; in case they tackel
us Wen be fixed to defend ourselves.
MIR. EDITOR, Hon. w. A. Traylor
and daughter passed through our
place Saturday gcin' toward aSper.
Spose he had been courtln' at Pet
ersburg.
Mr.. Albert Traylor and wife drove
through the same evenin goin' to
their darter's, Mrs. Pat Cassidy, at
Jasper.
Fisherman west Of town have bin
furnishin' our people with right
nice sprinkle of Carp and Buffalo
fish this and last week.
Our er terprising miller, Mr.. Andy
Fritch, is going to sot in new boil
er, the old one not being considered
safe. She's thumpin' big one.
Our squire and wife attended to
business down in Pike Co. last
week, and partook of the viands of
the Red Men.
Mr.. Editor, haven't you heard
some mighty funny sayin's at times
when you have been listening fur
pinters to put in your paper? Well,
bout as funny thing as I've
heard lately was bout Uncle R"ase
Miller. You see Uncle Rease has
bin a widower fur several years, but
a second life seems to be gettin
hold on him, and it makes him
quite young again. A teller said
Uncle Rease stopped in to see a
right smart young maid tother day,
and not givin' the gal any warnin
of his comm she Of course hurried
off into the best room to sorty fix
things il ship shape before akin
him in. The teller said Uncle Rease
got up and went to the door of her
room ard axt to see her purties, ha J
ha. ha. Betsy lowed the gal said
somethin' soft like mashed perta-
tiers, ha. ha, ha.
| seed in the Huntin burg Argus,
that a man in our town had invent
ed patent churn. BY the way,
Betsy wa passin' by when Mr.. -
was shown his wife a test OF it.
workin' qualities. Betsy says Mr..
- looked awful milky, and thought
the thing had exploded.
| seed Mr.. Ralph Davis, druggist,
and wife, Mr.. Luther Capehart
Prop. ov the Capehart house, and
wife, all of Orwell, drivin' through
town Sunday. 'Spose they had
been takin' in the sights, and re-
freshin themselves in the pure all
of old Dubois.
Our enterprising hardware man,
Mr.. NJ. l. Stinehart, has beer
treatin' his store front to a coat OF
varnish. Mr.. w. I. Young did the
work.
Our town was serenaded by 9
couple OF dagos, hand organ and
a monkey last Saturday, TO the de
light Of the children and some older
ones. Monkey shows of variou-
{ descriptions are very common
thing in our town.
Things are lookin' more bizness
like this spring. Mr.. Andy Strige
, is erectin two story bizness house
Betsy says it is to be used for fur
niture and SIGH like.
Peoule are feelin' purity jubilan
over the long looked for and much
needed X. X. through our town
! Betsy says She thinks every farm
er along the line ort to take intrus
enough in the matter to let then
90 through without any controversy
/, and save trouble and cost of forcin
r their way through in the future.
r Mr.. Editor, when man Of my
| age has to hustle round and help
! clean house and out yards, it make,
his linls crack like snappin' bug
& Betsy has kept me purity bizzy 0,
late, and even my fingers are rough
, and clumbsy. | viii close my
writin's while Betsy iincs me il
wishin' you, and all your readers
!. best luck. UNCLE SAMPSON.