The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1903-09-25
BABy'S.
VOICE :: :: :: !:

When Mr.. Paul pitches does silly Ian
gwudges at kiddie de little one lets out
a yell Of JOY. for he likes big woids
like his mama.
professors and instructors" goes or
Mr.. Paul. not a bit winded, will pre-
tend TO wish you to have an inkling OF
de time and habitat, of De dinosaurus,
but dey too-de professors, not de din
osaurus-has once felt de thrill OF
oucking a stOnewall center, and will
not be grieved dat you misses all your
lectures. and is never prepared"
Are you on to dat dinosaurs? Miss
Fannie showed it to me in a book. It's
a kind Of big lobster dat lived out west
before de McComb's dam bridge was
play ball. my young gentleman" go
on Mr.. Paul. land you will be prepared
Tor any seat of learning dat has any
body wort knowing to sit in it. In
YOUR prep. school prepare! Do not
waste de receptive years Of your life
loading up wit useless tings dat has
noting to do wit any kind of ball
When de muscles is easily trained, dat
Is de time for to get in line wit does
tings dat will reflect honor and glory
on your a~lmermoter, Play BALL"
When Mr.. Paul got n kiddie was
so excited dat he found de coachman's
kid, n made him pitch for him, and
before he was struck out he'd broke
every window in de mort side of de
stable.
Mr.. Paul told me to go with him
when he took kiddie to de school. We
rides up from de station, de little ones
trunk on de seat wit de driver, and a
box of candy in his hands. what Miss
Fannie had give him, and he was de
proudeSt ting dat ever butted into dat
school, if de look into his eyes meant
anything.
OF course 1 had on me street close,
but 1 says to meself, dat I'd not go into
de room where Mr.. Paul was to fetch
kiddie to de head master, for 1 wanted
the little n to have every chance
coming to him, and not back-cap his
game wit me Bowery mug; SO 1 stops
In de little waiting room while Mr.
Paul takes de laddie into de office. But
Mr.. Paul leaves de door open, and ]
hears him say to de head master, dis
is de lad L was writing you about,
James Napoleon Emmett Fadden de son
Of a fren of mine"
Hes a fine lookin youngster, and he
has a fine name" 1 hears de Gazaboo
say.
His modder is FRENCH says Mr.
Paul. (which accounts for part of his
name. But his fadder, me fren. is
American"
Well. dey has some chit-chat. and
den dey out, and little Duke was
blinking hard, for to show dat he didn't
want to cry, and we hikes away, Mr.
Paul and me to de station.
When We was on de cars, I taut
awhile. and den I says, You done me
fair, for fair. all right, Mr.. Paul"
"You?"
"You located Riddle &c a son of Z
fren of yours" 1 say
Well" says Mr.. Paul. "de woi6
din't holt me, if it didn't holt you. You
has solved me. and prehaps sometimes
l has solved YOU; and on dat day we
is as good rs each odder. I've nevel
known you to do an ungentlemanly
ting. so 1 STAN for de woid-fren."
l didn't say noting more, cause dere
didn't seem to be noting more to say
but when I Gets home. and tell Duchess
she unloosens: and gets out her belt
II she produces a flyer. "Cheems.'
she says. we will go into town tomor
row, and We will dine for all de dinner
dere is in his bill. I'm almost as proud
of . as ' ON of your SOM"