The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1907-1917, 1911-07-06

niles closer TO US just at the Tune
We received the first message from
Cook makes things look Cooked.
Nobody can make me believe it was
just a coincidence. Not much. 1
believe the people Of Mars were try
ing to communicate with us. I be-
lieve they will yet succeed in doing
so. Furthermore I believe the first
message will be Cook is a mountain
Gus liar. In writing about Cook I
am reminded of what | wanted to
say to you personally.
Verify, verify, I say unto you, yes
verify, you're another 1t is Just
possible that the capabilities Of your
thinking machine are something be-
yond the rattle box I am carrying
around, and yet the difference might
be as the difference between a
pumpkin and soft-shelled squash.
There is difference between us, all
right, and it amounts to $500, plus
rs cents for express charges i'm
agine [ can hear you soliloquzing
thusly Poor devil, it's too bad; no
doubt he has been living on snow
balls for three months. Your wife
on hearing you, will inquire what is
it, Dick? Oh, nothing, you will say,
only another poor devil on the way
to the deranged asylum. Perhaps
you will say that I have nerve to
class myself with such men as Wash
ington, Walt, Calico, etc. I agree
with you, therefore there is no
chance for a gabfest about that mat
ter I conclude there are only two in
enough to allow me one big think in
tho I tn A
thinking long time about the mat
ter I conclude there is only two in
my class, myself and one other No,
| don't mean me unit Gott You see
il [ was in that class there would
be three Of US. You will remember
long time ago there lived a man
who was acting as advance agent
for a. party who was almost the
equal of Dan Rice or Barnum, in the
show business. The blowout failed
to materialiZe on the appointed day
and the aforesaid agent became pos
sessed Of bad case of sulks. He
betook himself outside the wall
around the city and proceeded to lab
some sticks in the ground. Then he
connected the tops of the sticks with
strings. The last thing he did be-
plant a gourd seed at one corner of
his shack. In the morning when the
man woke up the outlook overhead
was all that he desired The light
was completely shut out by a dense
growth of leaves and little speckled
striped gourds. The man listened
for awhile to the chirpping Of the
crickets and then rolled over on his
nd 10 t..l1
cat-nap before getting up for the
day. During the night worm had
severed the gourd vine just below
the top of the graund. The mali
cious resmerism of one who plant
ed the worm did not become appar-
ent until late in the morning. Up
came the sun. mounting higher and
higher into the armament. The
leaves of the gourd vine soon began
to dry UP. The gentle zephyrs that
played with the mans whiskers also
played with the dry leaves, causing
them to circle about high in the air
above the sleeper. Higher and
higher mounted the sun, the rays of
old Sol beating relentlessly down
upon the face of the sleeper. The
man was actually in danger of
drowning in his own sweat. Still
he slept on. In his dreams the show
was coming off just as he said it
would. They were fast preparing
for the last great final act of demoli-
ton when the agents whiskers
caught fire and he woke up. am
not very we'll posted on biblical his
tory and the above may not be
exactly correct. Perhaps, like you,