The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1907-10-11
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9 BECKY ANN JONES. :
q By Mrs. Ethel Thomas
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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, rs l was sayin,' when I land
ed in Newberry, wade prezactly SO
pounds, an when I left I wade Jest
even a hundred, an only stade there
week There aint no tellin' where
I'd kicked the beam at if I'd Il
stade month. I wcrnt scrprised at
misclf tho, fur I seen that mitcy nj
ever body down there was fatter than
they used to be, an I alters wood be
in the fashion an tag along with the
majority, if it happened to suit me-
Now, there's j. M. Davis, the super.
intender of the Ncwbcrry cotton mill
jest as fat as butter. When we lived
down there six year ago he was Jest
common size tall an slender man.
He was only weave boss then tao,
an reckin' that gettin' a fatter
job made him fattcn 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.. Hardcman is weave boss
now, an they do say he is the best
ever. But tawk about people fat
TENN There 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 deans agin
his backbone fur support. AM John
Shirley is prczactly like he was six
year ago-jest as good lookin, no
older an no bigger. IF I was tncm
bachelor gals, 1--WE amt allowed to
call 'cm old maids any more) I'd
send Cupid alter 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 good husband to be q
ruinin' an going to seed in the bache-
Ter state like that. Won time there was
a bachelor gal who went throw the
world with hi he'd an indifferent hart,
proudly scorin' awl advances Of The
fnih G
bein' parished to dcth bi any who
aHcd the faver. But after a while
she cotch a glimpse Of the forteith
sine post loomin' up close bi, an bcy-
ant it was old age, roomaticks, new
ralgy an lonesumness, an she got
slcercd. With horror she looked back
over her mis-spent life an begun to
think Of what mite he hccn, an to
wish that it had ha been, an to
wonder if it was yet too late. Wor
cvcnin, way after sundown, when
twilite shadcrs was stcalin' over
hill an dale, when the whipporcwill
mite hawk an hootin' owl was tunin
up their musical instruments this pore
gal went way out in the loncs,m
woods am pradc with all The clcr-
qucncc 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
camo the question:
"Who-who-wh who-who-
o-oq'
Realizin' that beggcrs must not be
choice, an hcin' in a big hurry any,
how, she ailscred back:
"Any body will do, dear Lord
jest so as he wares britchcs!"
john Shirley, take warnin'; git a
move on YOU Sum day old age vii
cum along an give you dose OF
roomatiz, gout, plcwrisy an other ac
cessoris, an then you'll wish like al
forty to hear the soft swish Of then
same petticotes that you have beer
scornin', the gentle foot step Of {
number fore, an will wish in vant
fur a soft female womans hand tt
rub you with arniky salv" an narvt
an bone liniment, an to apply mus
tard plasters to the place that hurts
I've seen old age an lonesumnes:
wobblin' along hand in hand, an it:
enuff to melt hart of stone to se'
how miserable they air together.
But tawk about people fattenin' >
there's Perfcsser Wright, the book