The sea coast echo. [volume] (Bay Saint Louis, Miss.) 1892-current, 1911-07-29
! JACQUES PISTACHE.
BIZ u.rRr STUART SAUCER
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THE BIsoDY SHIRT.

i Beneath the wide-spreading boughs
of an "Umbrella China" tree, comforta-
bly, reclining in the depths of a large
rocker, enjoying the delightful shade
and breeze, deeply engrossed in the con-
tents of morning paper, sat Jacques,
when his friend Coco arrived, holding a
paper in his hand and muttering his
troubles to himself in tones that bid fair
to explode at any moment from the
force of their concentrated energy, and,
walking up to Jacques and throwing his
paper in the lap of that contented indi-
vidual, he said:
"Jacques, yo read dat piece wat tell
bout raffaire de Washington an see wat
yo tink % heem!"
"Alright," responded Jacques, piqued
by the interruption of his pleasant half
hour, "alright, doan give doggone
bout l'afaire de Washington, mai eef
dat please yo | read heem."
| After an interval of five minutes, dur
ing which he had freely digested every
morsel of news in that column, Jacques
cast the paper to the ground with an
inaudible expression that sounded like
cross between the grunt of polar
bear and the whirr of an aeroplane, and,
slapping his knee with his open hand,
he exclaimed:
"Dat's de bloddy shirt, dat, parbleu!"
"Que bloddy shirt? | din say nottin
bout no bloddy shirt, Jacques, tie fon,
hien ?' interrupted Coco. "Wat read
dat was bout dat sonamagon, dat Sena-
teur Hepburn, heem, wat bin try TO
make dishrag hout de State Meeseepee!"
"Yas, / know" responded the now
heated Jacques, ''dats all de same I
doan give one doggone wat he say, dats
de bloddy shirt! Tonnon de Sote! watts
de matter dem doggone yaller gozier up
mort day doan let de sout's peep lone,
hien ? Jes soon de sout he bout TO git
well, some sonamagon fambeau de Pen
fere try TO pull de seab off! Yo know,
Coco, dats one shame dat some fella
doan make de invite TO Senateur Hep
burn come stay Lii vile on la riviere
Jourdan, hien? Dem hog wat Grand
Ipere Moran got day sho hongrie, dem,
|yas!
"Yo know, Coco, dat make me remine
wat one fellas he say jes aftare de war
wen he was sit on one stump by de place
ware hees house dky was burn down by
ldem Yankees. w. one fellas Ak heem
watts de madden he doan git ready fo
work. he say he ain got no tool TO work
wild, an eeven eef he had he coon work
fo tinl, dat aftare bout feefty year some
Iyaller gozier was goin' trow dis same
ting in hees face.
"Dat's one shame dat our fren M'sieu
Senateur Williams din jomp on dat
iyaller goat an pull hees whiskers, hien :?
An lemme tell yo, ma fren, das de mans
wat kin iomp on dem wen he want too!
One deese day yo look hout eef dat
rockay mountain goat doan wish dat he
was on Pike Peak, her. Mai days
got one fellas up dare wat trow de mud
back in Hep's eye an make heem look
like ten cent wort garbage. Me l would
like shake dat man shees ham, yas!
"Anyhow, watts de madder dem fool
peep day doan leave de cat die, hien ?
Every year day got tousan an tousan
dem mort peep wat doggone glad TO
come make one homes in de sout, an af-
tare day git here yo cant pull dem back
by day ole home, non! Yo know, Coco,
bleeve dat Hep fella want show hoff,
me; he tink das goin look like beeg
mans in de hye dem mort peep, mai me
| bet yo day got plentee peep up dare
wat know he ain got sense nuff TO feed
de bear an bring de plate back, hien A.?
| ak one fellas bout dat Hep one time,
an he say day got one place in every
State ware day put dem kline fellas -
Watts de matter day doan ketch heem, l
wondare. | ak dat fellas eef de Sena-
teur was not one Captains in de Span
eesh War. Non, he was make de Wis
| eet on Pike Peak, den,' dat man say.
$50 yo see, Coco" concluded Jacques,
his fury abated, "das onlee de stink o.
| de guano aftare all.
swat yo call dat guano, Jacques ?"
inquired Coco.
'Dat's dat pourri stoff vat de farmer
peep use TO make de hay grow" re-
sponded Jacques, 'san les hope, Coco,
dat's de only fellas in de State de Idaho
wat got so lii sense as TO make fool wild
heemsef in one place ware de hole worl
kin seel"
"Abien, Jacques, me I doan know
nottin bout heem, bot | tell yo he mo
better look hout some fellas doan make
de brapbolay wild heem, hien?''
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