The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1907-10-11
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6 RECKY ANN JONES. .
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When I writ that artickle consarn-
in mi trip to Newberry, I didn't no
We was goin' to move down there,
but that is jest presactly what we
have dun. However, I'm goin' to
finish up the account of mi trip ac-
cordin' to promise, an then, I'll tell
you about the move.
Well, as was sayin, when I land
ed in Newberry, wade prezactly SO
pounds, an when I left I wade jest
even hundred, an only stade there
a week. There amt no tellin' where
I'd a kicked the beam at if I'd a
stade a month. wernt serprised at
miself tho, fur I seen that mitey nj
ever body down there was fatter than
they used to be, an alters wood be
in the fashion an tag along with the
majority, if it happened to suit me.
Now, there's J. NJ. Davis, the super.
intender Of the Newberry cotton mill,
jest as fat as butter. Wnen we lived
down there six year ago he was jest
a common size tall an slender man.
He was only weave boss then tao,
an I reckin' that gettin' a fatter
job made him fatten up. I no there's
sumthin in that fur there's Wiley
Koon, the second boss-he haint been
histed up no hier an ne haint got no
bigger.
A Mr.. Hardeman is weave boss
now, an they do say he is the best
ever. But tawk about people fat
tenin'-there's sum at jest wont, no
differens what they eat or how much
beer they drink, or where they live.
There's Will Thomas. In spite Of
the good vittles his wife cooks on that
lie stove, his stumick still leans agin
his backbone fur support. An John
Shirley is prezactly like he was six
year jest as good. looHn, no
older an no bigger. If I was them
bachelor gals, I'VE amt allowed to-
call. 'em old maids any more) I'd
send Cupid after that man so rapid
he'd have to surrender or hit the
grit. There he is, workin' hard an
savin' money an sayin' bi his actions
that he naint got no erthly use fur
petticotes of no description. It's a
shame fur a good husband to be a
ruinin' an going to seed in the bache-
Ter state like that. Won time there was
a bachelor gal who went threw the
world with hi he'd an Indifferent hart,
proudly scorin' awl advances Of the
tother sex, an refusin' the honor of
bein' parisned to deth bi any who
axed the faver. But after while
she cotch a glimpse Of the forteith
sine post loomin' up close bi, an bey-
ant it was old age, roomaticks, new
ralgy an lones11mn5ss, an she got
skeered. With horror she looked back
over her mis-spent life an begun to
think of what mite he' heen, an to
wish that it had ha been, an to
wonder if it was yet too late. Won
evenin, way after sundown, when
twilite shaders was a steaEn' over
hill an dale, when the whipporewill,
mite hawk an hootin' owl was tunin' J
up their musical instruments this pore
gal went way out in the lonesum
woods an prade with all the eler-
ouence born Of despair, that the tord
wood send her a husband.
"Lord, send him, an send him
quick" she pleaded.
From the top Of tall tree near bi
came the question:
"Who-who-who - who-who-
o-og"
Reai1n' that beggers must not be
choice. an bein' in a big hurry any
how, she ansered back:
"Any body will do, dear Lord,
jest so as he wares britches!"
john Shirley, take warnin'; git a
move on you Sum day old age will
cum along an give you dose OF
roomatiz, gout, plewrisy an other ac-
cessoris, an then you'll wish like all
forty to hear the soft swish of them
same petticotes that you have been
a scornin', the gentle foot step Of a
number fore, an will wish in vane
fur a soft female womans hand to
rub you with arniky salve an narve
an bone liniment, an to apply mus
tard plasters to the place that hurts
I've seen old age an lonesumness
wobblin' along hand in hand, an it S