The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1906-06-14
Letter from 6. A. Wood.

Letter from 6. A. Wood.
GA. Wood, former we'll known
citizen of this city, now in the COVER
ment employ at Washington, D. c., has
written the following very readable
letter to the Waight girls, aud although
he threatens us with dire vengeance if
it is published we secured it and will
risk our life i'll order to allow our read
ers the pleasure of reading it. Next
week we will publish his description of
the National Cemetery at Arlington:
Washington, d. c., June 5, 1906.
DEAR KIDS: "spect" it's about time
a certain old man about my age got a
move on and writ a line or three, else
certain young ladies in the far west will
think their Uncle Fuller has sure done
gone and went back on EN-. Far be it
from me to go back on two such lovely
young damsoms as you'uns. Oh, no,
I've just been too fat to write lately, and
I'm just kind of sort of run down at the
heel anyway this hot weather, SOS l
aint got no ambition for nothing.
did scare up a whole lot of spunk
the other day and write "piece" for
the paper, but as didn't do like Doctor
Waight and enclose five dollar bill to
Hull, maybe he won't publish it. Twas
all about the great National Cemetery
at Arlington, and l thought likely it
wouldn't interest you kids very much,
so just sent it direct to Hull. This
morning sent Dad lot of picture
post cards showing the places of inter-
est in the cemetery. l was afraid to
send them to one of you-thought it
might cause hair-pulling, and wanted
to keep peace in the family. | know
Dad will take care of them, even if he
has to divide them among you kids.
Anne wrote letter yesterday to Mrs.
Lynch-Lupton, who lives at Blockton,
and used to be neighbor of yours at
LenoN. She has son buried at Airing
ton among the unknown dead, and Anne
thought she would be glad to hear from
somebody who had been there lately.
We were over at Joneses last night
till about II o'clock-well maybe it was
only half past nine, but it was late any
way. When Mrs. Wood gets over to
Joncses and gets to talking over old
times in Clearfield she never knows
when to go home and lets me sit around
there yawning like hippopotamus and
doesn't seem to care cent about me.
| tell you what I'm going to do-I'm go
ing to get divorce and hunt up a
woman that can't talk, walk, hear or see.
Then maybe l can get to bed some time
before midnight.
Talk about talking, why that woman
of mine talks in her sleep. It's a fact!
Thother night l woke up and she was
going on just scandalous. l knew she
could go it all right, but l didn't know
till then that she was poet. AS near
as could remember it the next morning
she was carrying on something like this
only worse-if anything could be worse:
IL wish were at home tonight, away
from all this noise and light. I'd rather
hold my fathers hand than see the
sights of any land. Tonight I'd rather
be at home, with just my mother
there alone, and listen to the crickets
call, than count the spots on this old
wall. I'd rather hear my sister singing
than all this din of carbells ringing. /
could better stand the pianos rapping
than listen to these Dagoes scrapping.
Id rather smell our barnlot, even, than
smell the smells of "nigger heaven.
Old Jess laugh would music be- and
Eula bossing seem to me far pleasanter
to tired ear than all this pandemonium
here. I'd love to sit and hear Joe talk,
and see old Ed come up the. walk, strut
ting along with latest beau, thinking
Little of rivals woe. And all the ques-
tIons Joe could ask, answering would
be pleasanter task than moping here
the livelong day, and wishing i were
miles away. I'd like to give old El a
rap and start good old-fashioned
scrap. I'd love to hear that little Nav
rag her man for half day. | wish
she'd send me Francis Louise, SO I'd
have somebody else to tease, besides
my man, whose awful snore tells me he
doesn't love me any more. Nothing
suits me, that is true, and all the time
I'm feeling blue, and sometimes when
I'm here alone, Id just give anything to
be at home. Id just about as soon be
dead as alive with a man whose hair is
red and be away off here in Washington
and pay so much to get washing done.
Oh, dear, knew that old ice cream
would make me dream horrid dream.
III bet If Dad could only see me he'd
give me quarts of ginger tea, and nav
be give my man hint and send him out
for peppermint; then all my pains would
fly away and would sleep till break of
day."
Just about that time she woke up and
the way she hustled me out for hot
water and other stuff good for the
tummyake was caution. That talk
about the Ice cream was all a mistake.
though, for she has eaten no ice cream
this summer, unless she's sneaked out
some time when l was at work and
blowed in some of my hard-earned
money for it. think what was troubl-
ing her that night was some Chicago
potted chicken which we had for dinner
that night. ! have made her quit eat
awake all night by any such delirions
rawlings as that. Not by iugfnll.
l started in today to write YOU about
the longest letter you had received in
two weeks. but the boss interfered with
some work and had to break off. That's
always the way-I can sit around all
day and twiddle my thumbs, but just as
soon as try to write personal letter
the work begins to come in.