The sea coast echo. [volume] (Bay Saint Louis, Miss.) 1892-current, 1910-02-26
JAcQUE P|STAcHE'S
WEEKLY LETTER.

| Cher Coco:
How 70 pass apres les poleeteek, hien?
| Me all kin no is de poleeteel1, vas, 10
de razon all I'm heer annyware wat so
is de same ting, ali &c poleeteek heem!
Mai, Coco, We sho bin hav beaucoup dat
kline beeznees, hien? Doggon das all
de peep was tink bout, heem, desc day,
yas! Mai das 'leckshion heem hees
hover now an yo go beancoup new face
watts on de- plank. Me l guess yo bin
heer bout Bobs Toulme wat make de
revice on top GagasA, hien? Vas, das
de trute, heem, mai, Coco, yo no entire
nous, das fren Gagash she bin max one
Mare, heem yas; mai yo kant specK one
mans TO all de time hole de same jobs,
yo; day got TO shange lei bit some time
10 see watts dem nodder fella she kin do,
hien? Das Robere Warnare Pietro
Joseph Toulme (das de name de nouveau
Mare) day tell il TO me she say she be
doggoA 81 she doan goin take Bale ST.
Louie by shes foot au max heem wake
hup in Iii vile an day goin be somteen
drop puttie soon, yas! Abien wild das
mo gran kline Bode Haldermans wat
Robere got yo kin look TO beeg ting.
One dem fella zone dem Cite t'adder)
she tell me dat hees doan see wy day
cannot put new harness on de hole town
an max de Bale ketch hup in de race
moderne; an dat de Bale hought max de
Murlclpals Hownesheep an tax in de
moneys IN de place pay heem hout.
How yo lik dat yo, Coco? Ha! dat me
wat tell yo keep yo hye on de mo brite
spot in de Bode! o yo Rouge!
Coco, jes today me was heer wat one
haldermans %, das bin long time pass)
was say to tree year passe. Wat yo
tink, dis Cite Fadder hees max one
speech, heem, an he say: Fo wat yo
want spen monte on skool yo? Wen me
| was lii boy day doan was hav skool;
das was monie!" Aftare one speeches
lik dat day hought put dat fella in one
pie factry wild one muzzles on, hien?
HoWs dat 10 Cite Fadder, Coco? Mai,
doan lee dat mans no mo, de peep don
see tro heem.
Mai, Coco, I'm bleev by wat day tell
me de mo late news dat somteen sho
goin hap wild dis worl O, Coco, das
Comet de M'sieu Hs llet sho goiu buss
ting, Pm bleev! Cher Emile goin max
marry! Vas, das de trute, Coco, sho
nuff! One ladys hup dare in Jackson
she don trapez Cher Emile, an on de
twelv de Mar day goin tie pauvre Emile
hup so dat she won't no who max re
representations wild Hancock Countie,
an den me doan bleev hees Civ doggon
nohowi
Das Mamselle Plunket sho one smart
gals, doggon, 81 dem Bal gal ain bin
work long time 70 trappez Emile an day
doan max de revicie. Yo no Emile was
one hot Vardaman mans, heem; abien
day tell me dat Emile she see Senateur
Percy an he say: "M'sieu Percy das
sho tax monte TO git marry hien?"
M'sieu Percy say, "Yas, dat sho do,
mai me got pente mel" An yo want be SEN
ateur hien?" say Emile, "abien me Pm doan
wa It be Senateur me I'm want max marry?'
'Arite, say Mseu P' "yo max me git ected
an den yo git marry Doggon, 81 NJ M'sieu din
beet dat feIaS wid dem bauclez yas! an Cher
Emile goln git sues neck brake! Das wat day
tell me, Coco, I'm doln Sware by wat dem nod
der peep say bout dem peep in de Legislature
max speech, heem Mai, all | got 70 say dat
Jackson hee5 airite heem an two time tree cheer
70 dem gal wat max dem Gle batchler talk beck
nee5! JACOUE PISIACdE.