The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-08-01
GIVE been shakin' hans th Mr.. Bobbie
Burnses' gran daughter an so has Mrs. Gray

owe been shakin' hans 'th Mr.. Bobbie
Burnses' gran daughter an so has Mrs Gray
an Billie. Mrs. Gray paid thrippence apiece
for the chanst. There was another American
woman there at the same time an after she
says she: Il don't feel as # ever wanted to
wash this han again. But there is some SOU
venirs you jes' can't keep an inside an hour
taffee often her little boys hans.
''Mr. Burns was another poet t we went
out of our way to fin' relics Of, an from
what Mrs, Gray read me bout him he'd "a
things he's credited tn to-day. l wouldn't
have b'lived t Mrs. Gray knew so much
homes as She does, but then we might as well
stop at one town as another an dunno put
poet makes as good a reason as a pie an
there was man on our steamer who was
| could have gotten one nearer home tho =
| iunno- where Strasbourg is or what kin OF
PIE he was goin for It's the PIE he
| but when you get it in your fingers, you'll
fn' it isn't. any better n the pumpkin or the
mince you'd have at home, seems II. j
s"Youll have to keep your purse open at
Dumfries and Ayr says man to Mrs. Gray,
says he, for the biggest industry in both
places is shown Mr.; Rurnses relics lei an
what he, was talkin' bout. Seems il the
folks might have made as much tn less
| relics together an chargin' lump sum to
! get into the town.
i" There, isn't a saloon or hotel IN Dunn
fries, but has a glass t Burns drank outen
says the waiter at the hotel, an he must be
i right judgin' from the signs on the ones we
We didn't go into b but one Ne TIE R S,pps
used to sit in when he took his little Mis-
Mrs. Gray had us all take turns a-sttin in
an drinkn ginger e ale nar s3ftn i
Mr.. Burnses' chair a-sippin ginger ale 7
when I'm on the back steps at home a.
drnkin' ice water.
poet died an shook hans til his gran
daughter She was pleasan 'nough but seems
If she was more anxious to see II, wee pa1t
! at the door n to talk to us; She used to liv.
in Canada an she's picked up good man!
American ways, the cabman says
"Do you ever write poetry yourself? say
! to her, when she showed us the Writin OF
the window glass. Seems If there WASH
any place but what Mr.. Burns could writ
po'try on it. Some folks can work til an;
kin Of tools an others couldn't split sticl
: of wood tn an axe even II 1T was sharp. Tool
aren't of so much account as the KNOWN HOY
to use 'em, seems IT. =,
Z favor my gran pa in min or body, says she
shut you see my daughter there named ,aIte
her great gran Jean b1t she csn =
for her great gran pas picture Tneer.s wv
marble busts of him t have been modele
from her already she says as ,b PROVO as
De
he died? That's what we charge thrippenc
for says she.
lup the narrow stairs, an even Billie wa
'mazed to An there wasn't anythin IN IN
room but walls an new wall paper;
Ibid he die on the floor! asted bliile
starin' at the cracks in the boards
Were goin to move the 1urnltuTe IN u
morrow says the great gran daughter as
she'd les been up town a-buyin' brass be
an a m 'hog'ny dresser
after we'd been to the graveyard al
seen the wreaths of art fetal flowers In glas
cases an the shields of everlastin flowers
are IN Mr.. Burnses' tomb we went up to tt
obsery'ty to see the things t are to be take
down to the room where he died. was sje
bout tuckered out an says to Mrs. Ora.
saws I. IT you dom min I'll sit on the .stel
an save you sixpence.' says 1. sorter feeli
t what was in the observ'try wasn't ar
more int'restin' n what we'd seen.
ssWhile was restin' an a-thinkin' what
good thing t was for Mr. Burnses' relativ
t he wrote po'try. man came along.
knew he was an American fore he spoke
me- There was catch a-train to- see
grave expression on his face t you don't fl
on the English. They don't have expressit
OF any kin so far as ! can see.
An what's in this buildin'?' he say
when he came close.
s. Relics Of Mr.. Burns. the poet, says
to him, says !.