The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1901-06-26
"Siab's" Nominations.
Editor The Manning Times:

Editor The Manning Times:
I lives away up on Beer creak.
have been to Manning, to Wilson's au(
to Jordan time or too, but don't &C
anywhere much. I've got to make my
livin' by the sweat of my brows. AND
if fellow makes livin' these days ant
don't cheat nobody and don't stea
nothin'. he just n'tually amt got time
to 60 foolin' round these little towns
From what little can see, them few
times do go to town. it looks to me
like them fellows what don't work
none. fixes up better and splurgeS
round moer'p them what works. Well,
now that just amt right: it just n'tu'
ally amt. Somethin' rong some
where. shure. That's what makes me
not go to town any noer'n l do. II
makes me think curious, like. I like;
to see man workin' for homes livin'.
That's honest and right. 1t amt never
no disgrace 70 see 8. man tryin' to make
u honest livin', no matter what kind oi
work, just so it's honest. And I jest
want to ask you now, how does them fel'
lows get tha livin': you reckon they
livin' on the intrus' of tha money? Oh,
I jest tell you what's fact, man, l GO
along in the field workin': sometimes
begin to think, and tell you some
GURUS tho'tS come to me. l even
wishes sometimes [ could fly around
like them fellows was talkin' about,
and then I thinks to myself mo, they
can't do it homes and I can't heather"
And that jest ends it, and then I try to
think about somethin' else.
And then there is another thing that
keeps a rumagin in my mind, and that's
these here bum-fuzzlin' wether-buro-
crop reporters reckon that's the name
OF them: anyhow it's them fellows that
keeps writin' bout the crops. Well
tha is just the golbustinest liars that
the United States government ever
hired to tell a lie. Just let me tell you,
Mr.. Editor, if them fellows-1 mean
them crop reporters-at the last great
day of Judgment have to give an ac-
count of their sins. and lies in perticu-
lar, like l believe other people will have
to do, tha won't stand no sort OF a
showin' with old Peter. They do say
that Peter is the name OF the feller
that stands guard at the golden gate to
turn back all them as amt got no busi-
ness in the promis land. When them
reporters gets where ole Peter is and
he ask them, Say, what YOU tell Sc
formation many lies on them fellers
down yonder what is tryin' so hard to
make q homes livin' plowin' of the
groun' an p,antin' seeds and a lryin' to
farm: say, what you done it for?"
When Peter ask them that, you goln'
to see more of 'em turn pale roun' the
gills than you can count, for all the an
swer tina can make is, 1--WE was getin'
pay for it." And l don't blieve money
goin' to stand any sort of shown when
YOU get to that golden gate. It's just
my homes belief that every tub will
hav to set on its own bottom there. and
no dus' can't be flung in ole Peters
eyes. I tell you what I believe, Mr..
Editor: I believe them crop reporters
goes Off every summer to the mountain
or way of somewhere, where tha can't
see the crops and specially the grass a
CROWN. We fellers what's tryin' to
farm amt goin' to make but nifty little
of anything this year, no help for it,
because heap Of the corn and cotton
is done throwed way: grass eat it up
and the water drownded it, and that
what's left can't make what it orter,
and it's agoin' to cost Us more to make
a half er crop than it orter to make
hole one. Anybody, even man with
one eye can see what fix the crops is
in. and yet still, these here all-frein'
crop reporters say that if the farmirs
will hurry up now and work out the
crops QUICK, everything will be O. k.
Well the only way I see it could be o.
K. is for them reporters to furnish US,
free, some kind of a big mashene to
pump up the water. and then get some
kind of golbustin' big tub to hold it
after it was pumped.
Now homes confession is good for
the soul. If all them reporters would
Jest get in a big bunch and 20 to Wash
ington and tell the President, "NOW,
lookehere, Mr.. President, we done
make mistake bout them crops: them
farmers amt and can't make moer'n
half a crop, and it amt their fault,
heather, the rain done 1.-THE crop is
jest drownded out" II they would do
that there might be some chance of
them big cotton bulls thinkin' the crop
wasent much good shore enough, and
then they might pay US right for what
We made. But l must stop: bein' as
this is my first letter l don't know
whether it will be throwed way or not.
But if it amt throwed way l got some
thin to say before long about these
here mills what buys up all the cotton
seed and makes meal out of them and
then sells it back to the same fellers
again.
Yours truly,
JOHN SLAB.
June % 1901