The sea coast echo. [volume] (Bay Saint Louis, Miss.) 1892-current, 1901-11-30
Pitchfork on Politics.
Editor Sea Coast Echo:

nights and warm my specktickles
onten thar soclxits a tryin ter find
my rode inter polerticks, and blast
my bidel hit do peer like I'll git
loss in tho swamp o. perlitickle
mixups and bog neck deep in ther
quick SAN o. party foolishness
form kin ever git out ter ther
highlan' o. reeson. Did yer ever
try an keep up with sech things?
Consarn hitl | lows ez how hit do
take q man with q bubble set o.
bfanes an' appcrtite fer more
ter he n polerlishun.
Why, jes' think how much u
polertishun has got ter remember.
turst, he's got ter know every
man in his deestrick by name and
natur, whut kind o. Ticker he likes
an how much he kin stand. Seek
undly: he's got ter remember jes'
whut he told thet feller las time
be seed i'm, and lastly, he mus
know how many promissus he
make i'm. Why, gosh darn my
lof' lead steerl hit do take q pow
Ierfull lot o. thinkin' for all thet
kind O. sIimpookry.
| lowed onct 'pon u time thet
ter be county officer a man had
ter be a dandy at book larnin'
an braDy as Solomon, but ever
sence ! bin reedin' o. The Sea
Coast Echo and ther Times-Dem-
erkrat bout them fcllers in kun
venshuns I dun rived to iher pint
O thinkin' thet If one o. our SUI
pervizers wood git up ter tune his
bazoo up thar, yer Good heer
grannyfone turn loose with thet
sweet melerdy frum sum dark cor
ner: Go Way Back m Sit Down!
No, my Teller citerzens. hit wood
be a cIar case o. mistakun iden-
terty and I'd be sorter feered il
his family wood reclernize his
anaterny when he'd show up at
mite, and he'd wake up next morn
in and find hisself turned frum
cream to clabber. / wuz a reed
in 'tother mite bout polertishun
who they lows wuz a silver tung
orator. | didn't quite ketch ther
drift and when ] asst my old lady
she lows: "Why, Reuben Pitch
fork haint you got any reesunin'2
Thet's one O them fellcrs es wuz
born with silver spoon in his
mouth and got bis tnng coated!"
"Wa-al, Nancy" | seys, "If
tbets ther case sum people mus
been born with brass ones in thare
mouths, fer sum shore hcv got
foul breeze comm through thare
slap-jack undertakers!"
We had a polertishun onct 10
Coontrack who had such a foul
breath that all ther chickens
clamed kin with him, and when
he went ter New Orleens ther pee
pie kicked ter ther kouneiil bout
garbage wagons peradin' on Canal
street and sickenin' even the birds
on wimmins' hats. Ho never did
make much outen polerticks 'cep-
tin when everybody left, then he
nomernates hisself as cheef mognl
o. the bymyself party for the term
o two drinks Their only term I
remember o his standin' wuz thir-
ty days and &c got thet fer stayin
in thcr city tew long and maxim
goo-goo eyes at a lamp post at 9
g. m
l haint got much ideas on ther
perlitickle siterashun jes' now, fei
eff hit wuz ter arger / coodn't las
as long as a Englishman in Boel
camp. Yew know how long thet
is! But purity soon | specks tel
git full bludded on thet queshur
an will gin yer some vues the
will make yer think Pm gettin' {
brane appertite. | got severn
pints ter read on an then In
goin' ter explode 'em out eff hi
ter bustes my gallusscs. I'm goin
yoke up ter ther siterashun anC
you'll purity soon heer thunder
from Coontrack.
RUBE PITCHFoRK.