The sea coast echo., 1901-08-24
Rsuhen pitehfork,s Letter.

Coontraclr, Miss, August2O, 1901.
Mistur Echo, Dear Sir:
Jes' 'bout thet time heerd fool say,
"Blow, San Autoulo, bIow!" consarn his
lgiblitts. l shere did feel like brakiu' ii
duzzin o. his ribs. A man who haiut gut
no more sense than ter holler at Mistur
San Antonia ter put extra force on his
blowing apparatus at thet stage o. ther
game haint flt ter even mind geese let
lone hayin' some human beings ter per-
teck, but souu people never will have
any sense s'lobg thay keep making GOO
goo eyes at mullets. Hits n pity thet
Mistur San Autonia didn't blow ther root
ofi'n thet empty garrett o his'n.
shore had ter latl when | seed how
few low neeks showed thersolfs on Frunt
street. Them air gals wuz buttoned mp
ter ther top notch and he'd forgotten ter
put their hair in kurls, sew yer kin Ies'
pictur what kind o sites thay peysented-
seroyety coasts!
! heerd II man perdict thet we wuz GO
in ter have nuthet gale In few days
M hit il gon' tor be dau'd site wurse
lhuu ther last. Wa al, l recknn es how
ther beech people he'd better git ter fixin'
tbare brake-waters up. Some people
lows thay know hit all when hit Gums ter
bildn' brake-waters, but Of yew wood jes,
size them air foxes up yewll fin out thet
thay lives on back stret aud don't know
drafted thing bout anything ceptin a
little one hoss bizness. never seed sich
brakin' up o. brake-w aters in all my
day-brakcs. onr party beech is swiped
eileen, and cum ter think o. hit thsr wind
on ther beech shore did Beech-er Brown!
Didn't hit7 Talkn' about doin' things up
brown haint q circumstance ter ther way
things air carried in nuther "brown"
place.
Some purity gals never will ketch on ter
anything, and hit mir skanderlus ter 90
inter any sich kind o. rackit, speoherly
when ther booze hes got sich u "don't-
cum-homo- till mornin" repcrtashun. Con.
sarn hit, gals, yew'd better let gol l seed
half duzzen buggies go out thet er way,
an when wuz oomin' home frum seein'
Clary Belle thet mite seed an heerd q
good deel thet Good never be sot down on
ther family bible. Somebody's ma Is
is going ter git mad soon.
heerd feller say totber day thet he
wuz mad bout sumtbin' writ bout hip.
Flowed he'd git thct way fer he's warm
member, but he oughter stau' hit. fer hits
all in ther game, and lows hits pore
man who woodn't kiss a purity gal.
glory in his spunk and sots him down es
o. X. Sum people gifts mad tew quick.
Thay oughter 20 ter Keller's orany other
store near by and weigh ther good aud
ther bai on his skales then see Of hit air
right ter CROW. Pm jes' gittin' back ut
yer, old man, fer takin' my gal frum me
thet time Inst summer.
Talk bout takin' gals reminds me o. a
coon fite tother mite on ther beech. Mis-
tur Darkey got sum other mans gal on
ther FRUIT fera walk an wuz jes' sashay-
in in gran stile when his beloved wife
pops up in ther second act an punches
her devoted hubby good an powerful on
his smeller, then she buckets round him
an totes her baby home fer ther last act,
All ther time while ther play wuz goin' on
Rother gal wuz burnin' hit up ther shell
rode In search fer cooler wethef. l Iafft
till my korns hurt me. Mistur Darkey'll
hev ter git lay off ter SPELL reckuu,
fer he haint fit fer hoss fodder now. ~