The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1908-08-07
BECKY ANN AT UTOPIA,
By Becky Ann Jones.

wen, Mr. Aull: Me an Jeems, an
Ranny Bell Margit an Beniermin
Franklyn, air a settin' here in Clin-
ton, waitin' fur the bestiyuie to come
an take us to North Gardiner, an
while we air waitin' I'll rite yew a
lew lines about mi trip to Utopy last
Friday.
1t wuz threw the kindness of Mr..
John Henry Chappell (accent on the
last sillible is the latest stile) that
had sich grand trctc. Him an
his purity an amible darter, Miss
Annie May, come after me soon that
mornin', an I hasn't never inioved
drive better.
1t amt ever day that 7 cit to ride
IN a fine two horse kerridge, an git
ice creme at ever stoppin', place, but
alters tri an act like it wcrn It no
Uncommon proceedin'.
We WIZ on the Utopy GROUNDS
'urty crly, an had the chance to look
round some before the place got
lvercd up in people an horses.
ever seen purifier pace fur bob
Mycuc an spcallin'.
1t wuz CRATE shady grove, an if
here wuz any chigars, red bugs, or
'ny kind of ticks besides polly ticks,
hey didn't truble Becky Ann Jones,
! put hunted better rations.
i The first won I met wuz Mr..
Fierce Harmon who thay do say is a
CRATE singer Hc WIZ Il mitev cxtin-
ell,E.I 'ookin' man.
An law sakcs! I seen the meat a
kookin', and the lard drappin' in
the fire an burin' up jest like it did
down at Mt. Bethel The Blair BROTH
ers, two fine lookin' ole gintlemcn
with magniffercent whiskers, cook
ed the dinner, or superintendcd it,
an 1T wuz a grand success. I never
seen as much stuff cooked at wonce
IN awl mi born daze. When + went
home an told Jcems thay had nine
big wash pots full Of hash, rice,
potaters am eggs, he said, "Now
Becky Ann, don't stretch yore blank
ct too fur, or yew mite tare Il hole in
it,
MIR. Hub Evans arrove purity erly,
an Mr.. Chappcll introduced him an
made him 'pologize fur not noticin'
me at Mt. Bethel. I tell yew what,
Mr. Chappell amt goin' to be ignor-
ed hlsself, ner he amt goin' to al
low his trends to be. I believe Mr..
Evans treted me nice because he
wanted to, though, an not cawse he
had to. l wore rose bud home that
he give me, an told Jeems where
L got it, but I didn't tell him about
the compliments Mr.. Evans paid
me. AM he sot me up to awl the ice
creme l. cud etc-an' so did Mr..
Chappell; an he wanted to pay fur
mi dinner, but Mr.. Chappcll beat him
Il gettin' tharc.
l met Mr. Bcrbert, the gentleman
hVln' III the grove, an who furnish
ed the ice creme. AN I met Mrs.
Ora Davenport, a great lover am
teacher OF music, an clever frend-
~ ittu.N Iaillcu LOnHSnOrC.
The speeches wuz fine an much
1nJoNed. 1T amt no use fur me TO
tell abont them speeches, cawsc mitev
III everybody III the county. cxccpt
Jeems, WIZ tharc, and heard 'cm.
An, besides, [ seen a feller settin'
tharc ritin' en- down, 50 I ain t co.
ing to set up Il compcrtition again
him.
MIR. Jack Smith flowed down tbarc
that I'd never see him smoke an
utllcr Scgarctte. lie puffcd awl day
on a cupplc of scgars some sympath-
lin sole had give him, but 7 met
nm square on the streets of New
berry yistidy cvenin', deeply inter-
cstcd in the fascinatin' manufacture
or nasty little ole scgarettc. Soon
rs he seen me he closed his fist on it,
an tridc TO look incrccnt as lamb,
but l. let him no. seen it but come
to find out, he WIZ maxim if fur
somebody else.
/ met Mr.. Abrams, a rcd-hcadcd
man. that scd if any body WIZ to so
much as hint to his wife that he WIZ
anything but handsome, She ID frail
'cm rite then an thare with CRATE
plczure! I tell yew that, tho, she's
purity enuff fur 'cm BOTH
Sheriff Buford WIZ down tharc
but he didn't make no speech. Pears
to me he purity much up in yercs to