The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1910-02-27
Joseph Henry Jinkins,
ESQ.,, on "Marda GraW"

, jump butt off, so l showed it off on the
| table. Well, tackled other stuff on
the table and eat a good bit of wasp
nest or bakers fog and drunk three
cups of coffee. That's what they lowd
it was. Must sure take people long
time TO learn to like it and l am too
old to begin. I'd die fust. 1t were
| nothing like as good as parched corn
meal coffee in war times. Well, at
last / got kinder satisfied and started
| out to hunt for Mardagraw. Soon l
was out on the name street whar the
cars are pulled by wire stretched in
the middle of the street.
Land of Gewhiliilins, such crowd,
and they were THROWN the confeder-
acy on everybody. 1t was plum scan
dolus. l saw so many purity girls it
made me feel young again. So | soon
got all my pockets full of confeder-
acy and went right into the fun.
Laws, when l passed that cop what
was so smart to me just douced him
plum in the face. Says l, as he shook
it off, car your wheels and gear at
work making confederacy whole
sale?"
i went up and down the street and
eatin bernamers and trash and warn't
hungry, noway.
Heard the Band.
Some one said the parade was com.
in and l heard the band. Thar ware
two fine looking fellows ridin' in a
buggy. l lowd it was the Mayor,
cause one in particular looked in
good order. Course, this is speaking
from farmers view, so l judged this
was the Mayor and the Wce-Mayor.
Land, sech mules and so many teams
no wonder the taxes is high in your
town havin' to fill all these mules at
the price of feed; not growing a
blooming thing If I'd had my team
of horses I'd have tried to trade, for
a pair l seed they sure war a pic
ture. | wanted to see the Mayor and
shake-hands and ask him bout tradin;
don't know where the town trades in
mules like I've flearn of counties
tradin. I've hearn fellows say that
they had traded and sure made good
thing. r
But the crowd was So big I stood
on my tip-toes and watched them,
which kinder paid me for my disap-
pointment.
Well, l will have to write again
sometime, for Malinda and our big
girl are saying something about faith
er seeing and knowing something
that he hain't told, for he Is spending
so much time writing
Saw a Hanging Lamp.
But l will have to tell you about
the blamed little hangin' lamp in my
room that mite. l went to my room,
about eleven o'clock, tired as sue
Ger. I'd met some of the boys and
We treated little, but I was as strait
as shingle, cause it is again the
rules of the church to get drunk
went in the. room and lit a match and
begin hunting for a, lamp and as l
match after match and tried to I'M
dress while they burned. Soon a boy
came and nocked ON the door. open
ed it and he said, whats the mat
ter r i | hear ga you i lifting SO many
Says I, "Why on earth don't you
have a lamp SO fellow can see
where he is and a doin'?''
He smiled and yanked on the hang
in thing in the middle of the room
and there was fine lite. Then he
ran out and shut the door.
Well, | looked at the hangin'
lamp and right thar and then decided
that I'd take one. home to surprise
Malinda.
/ got undressed and when | started
to bed blowed on the lamp to put it
out, but the blamed thing wouldn t
blow. | shook it hard and it wouldn' t
shake out. ] turned it upside down.
but it kept rite on burning. L-could
| not sleep with bright lite shinnin'
right in my face and me so tired and
sleepy.
Well, had pint of Pensacola pure
whiskey in my pocket 70 tax TO Ma
linda for campfire. Thare are nothin'
! in the rules of our church for using
whiskey for campfire. l guessed Ma
linda had the campfire, so Id better
get the whiskey anyway. I took a
small drink, cause it ware pure stuff
| and lade down and said, Now, burn,