Durant weekly news. (Durant, Choctaw Nation, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 190?-1944, 1905-12-08

over so airy this mornin, fer hit amt
skercely good day light yit and yc
come in a inch of gittin this dish wa-
ter right smack dab in yer face. fer
want a thinkin about nobody a co.nin
and in another minute Id a throw !
this 'ist water right outen the door
said Mrs. Rainwater. as she stepped 90
the kitchen door, with n pan Of disi
water poised ready for emptying. ju {,
as Mrs Safronia Tunderbug aud
Martha Bosley entered.
"wcll. a miss Is as good as milo.
any way, and jist so We didn't droNnd
US with dish water we don't keer. W
come over bright and airly. SOS VIZ
would be shore to ketch ye at horr
and afore any of the neighbors coull
git here, This makes the eighteenth
time me and Marthy has brung this
here potry to Jeff McElmore over to git
ye to pass jedgment and every time, VIZ
either finds ye away from home or
somebody comes afore We gifts to read
the potry Aint that so, Mathy?" said
Mrs. Thunderbug. as usual, turning To-
her friend. who cheerfully agreed with
- her that It was indeed the eighteenth
time they had come to get the potry
passed upon by competent critic
"Now" continued Mrs. Thunderbug.
last time we wuz here, We TUX up 80
much time a tallkin about that thar po-
litical dinner whar Mr. Rainwater went
and made hisself sick a eatin an drini;
in then afore ye got done talkin about
that. here come Sister Tweekins q
fetchin them peslSy twinses and triplcts
OF her'n. so I fist up and lowd 10
Marty, sez Mathy, less me and you git
up airly and go TO see Lucindy and
take the pome afore anybody else gits
a chanst to come Now aint that what
l spoke to you, Marthy?' "EXackly
them Identical words wuz spoke by you
to me, and more'n that. you lowd as
how ye want intrusted in no politics
and we didn't keer IL all the politicians
in Texas. (preachers and alD goes to
a dinner what lasts a week and the hull
business gifts so dead drunk they would
have to be hauled away from the din
ner in waggins. Now don't We rickolect
ye said that Safrony?" Law. Safrony,
IL ye,re a lowin to set up to Jeff Nc
Elmore yet better be more keerfuler
how ye talk about politicians, fer JEFF,
he's one of them critters hisself and
likely as not he wuz at that very din
ner and"
Eye say Jeff is a politician. Lucindy?
Law. shorely he aint one of them graft
ers I has hearn tell so much about IS
hep asked Mrs Thunderbug, leaning
forward interestedly.
"Now. Safrony, that is a awful pint
ed question fer ye to asst me and /
haint exackly in a position to answer,
fer me and Jeff not bein very thick.
jeff he ant never tole me northin
about him a bein arter no graft, but ye
know he's a newspaper man and we
know Senator Hanger, he riz up in the
legislator last spring and lowd as how
newspaper fellers shore Is suspicious
charrackters. But law. reckin Jeff is
above suspicion. and hearn John Pea
body sayin as how he is a printin OF
a awful red hot paper and"
aye don't say so. Well. Is hit re-
ligious paper?" asked Mrs. Thunder
bug
"Well, safrony, I don't reckin State
Topics kin skeercely be called relig-
ious paper and yit hit aint so power
full on-religious, Howsomever, Jeff
and DR.. Rankin don't ride in the same
band waggin. reiigiously ner POLITICAL
". so John Peabody sez, and John. he
knows all about sich things"
what mought be the politics OF
Jeffs paper?"
"Well, dunno, exackly, but John, h
lows as how Jeffs main obilck is tc
make govner outen Jim Wells"
DO We reckln he would print this her
pome Lucindy?"
"Well, Safrony, as John alluz sez
hits up to Jeff, and ye mought send It
hut fust let me jedge it. Good land
that thar big roll of paper shorely Gint
all potry wrote to Jeff is it?" said Mrs
Rainwater as Mrs. Thunderbug tooh
from under her shawl a huge roll Of
manuscript.
"Lawsy Lucindy. these here is diff
ernt PONIES wrote by me at odd times
Now here is q ode to a Speckled up.
Verses to Dyin calf Lines to {
Shanghai Rooster Ode 10 Bill,
Cat Thoughts on a Rotton Punkin,
and Verses to a Gourd Vine.'" declared
Mrs Thunderbug as she unrolled tn
manuscript.
"Well. I reclxin. jedgin from the sub
jjcks all them must be awful interestin
but ye kin read the pome wrote to JEFF
and III listen while me and Mathy takes
a dip" said the old lady as she tool
tel the snuff bottle and handed Il
Martha, who took therefrom a generou
"dip" and handed the bottle back L
her hostess.
Mrs Ranwater having supplied her
self with this Indispensable commodity
was now =? ady to listen and Mrs
Thunderbug after many coughs an
much clearing Of her throat blushing
~ began to read the following;
"a ODE TO JEFF MeELMoRE."
"Jeff McElmore, Jeff McElmor'
lSnow'st thou not my heart
sore?
And thy absence I deplore?
And though from all men I turn wit
scorn,
And would marry no man that e'e- wa
born,
To see thy face and hear thy voice
Would make my youthful heart rejoic'
So dearest Jeffy McElmore,
Make thy absence felt no more,
But sweetly linger by my door
Aa thou did'st In days CT yoreI