The sea coast echo. [volume] (Bay Saint Louis, Miss.) 1892-current, 1909-10-02
JAcQUE P|sTACHE'S
WEEKLY LETTER.

Mai, ma fren Coco, lemme tell yo SON.
teen bout wat all dem pep been print
mos every day. Das all dat doggon
Mort Pole beeznees wat been make all
de troub, yas. Yo see, Coco, day been
peep TO de las foteen tousan year wat
been look fo dat pole and all dis time
day doan kin make de revicie. Day got
one Dagoes wat day call-me I bleve
shes name d'Bruzzie-one fine naviga-
teur, an he go nifty close by das pole,
mai he git cole foot like all de balance
dem forty tousan peep an dey have TO
come back (anny how he got shes name
in de pep, alrite). Abien, bout to tree
like dat day got to Merican fella wat
make hup shes mine day goin make de
revicie by das doggon pole, hien? Vas,
| dem fella have de grits one lions in day
| gozier and dey make one breaks TO de
Mort. One dem fella got de name wat
SCUM good wen yo make hongrle, das
| Cook. Hees Merican an one good mans,
vas; abien, wild all shes determinashion
| he push hop Mort. Den bimeby das
nodder mans wat names Peary, he make
bid one gran bateau TO go hop dare an
name dat bote de Roosevelt TO de razon
he.no dat names.she make la victoire no
madder ware she go, an he no wild dat
name on daS bote dat wood be dead easy
fo git to de big stick wat sticken hop on
hert. Doggon, das me wat tell yo, Coco,
Monsieur Peary he got de brane, yas,
TO Wen he git hop ware dem creme-a-la-
glace ees one touSan feet high day git
hout hees way wen day see de name.
Abien, bote dem Merican fella day make
de revicie by dat poles an den dey horny
hop by de Unine State fo say who beet
hop dare. LIE gran Docteur Cooks he
come frs an he say das heem wat been
dare an bury de Merican flag in de hice;
non, Coco, he doan come by de Unine
State frs, he Ian hover dare in de Dutch
hexcite den nous-otTe an day make one
doan got no King an Empereur hover
cross on shes boozom). Mai, Coco, das
have shes finger in de pie, Monsieur
like dis: "Doan yo fool peep bleev wat
dat Cook fella he tell yo, TO das me an
de Roosevelt wat do de nailin o. de gran
Merican drapeau on de Mort Pole an
das me wat peel de honion in Ide hye O.
de worl, doggon das me watts de honly
mans wat see de pole!''
Now, Coco, yo remine yo, he say he
nail de flag by de poles, hien? Abien,
tell it to me how le diable he kin nail de
flag dare Wen he honely fine one hole in
de hice, hien? Das wat me want n o,
doggon! Das plentie fool beeznees,
| tink! Docteur Cooks he say dat he
try fo fine de bottom wild one long peece
string, mai he coon, an he no das mo as
one millions foots deep. So, Coco, me
| tink mo bedder call dat de MORT
HOLE; wat yo say?
Aprezon, mon cher, how dem fella
goin do? Day got TO split de deefai-
ronce, hien? De worl done make one
lions hout Cooks; now, wat day goin
make wild Peary? Non; me l nevaire
have de banker (comme dit TMericane)
TO go hop dare; doggon 81 yo cant go
by Donbar factory on cole day an git
all de Mort Pole yo want fine, yas! 81
70 nevaire go dare, yo try dat an yo goin
see dat me talk la verite.
Joe Pravat he say he sho wood like
hay de Mort Pole in front shes shop TO
de raizon all de peep wat go dare day
need shave. Abien, fo me doan got
hintrus wild dat; let dem fella fite heem
hout an de Hellenen do de work, so dat
we kin go down by de depo an see de
skursion trane come in on Sondy, hien ?
Wat yo say 20, Coco?
JACQUE PISTACHE.