Norwich bulletin., 1912-10-26

Billie and Papa's Boy was yelling. Take your choice!"
 "What-a-ti Wh-a-tl" says John Henry.
 Why, kiss uml" roared Merry Far mer Boy.
 Say, now, if you ever seen kid run, he took bee line. and never stopped till he crawled under a bed in the ell chamber, where 1 pulled him out after a few hours-says he
 'Is she coming?"
 In about a minute arter the kid dropped that red ear, Papa's Boy sidled round that side and up with that red ear l got nigh tuckered out gittin lanterns and such for uu- say--nothng bout a lafting till my sides was lame a seeing them young folks cut up.
 Bime-by Jane hollered for me to git down a table. and when l got back the Editor he rubbed his hands and sez he
 Bring on your cern."
 I'll be jiggered if they hadn't got 1t all done, Says I:
 T yum! you're the smartest city folks l ever seen! That is a drefful small pile of corn-beats me that corn ain't yielded good as 'sposed."
 No" sez the Editor, bad year for corn"
 Well, now" sez I, mopping my face with my old bandana, "come right in and fill up,'
 x, Y. z, thought I'd ought to sort of wait on table,
 "No-sir-ee," says I, draw up and pitch in, I've got all I can tend to- sez 1, setting down middlinR near that chicken pie. with my eye on that pun kin pie of Jim's. Them wimmen had to step lively, but arter a spell they got through and pushed back the table and played spin the platter and sech, while Jim gin us some canned music. Then they went hum, and said how they was goin to do the trick again next year,
 That's right" seq l, Come right along, make yourself 10 hum" i But I've changed my mind good and plenty sense, When l was windin the clock sez to Jane: Say, now, we've had bang-up good time and 50 has the Social Corner folks. tew. That wus all-flred keen stroke a havi1 that Bee-never had corn husked SC quick afore. and cheap. tew; and wha- q feed they brung, but it's all-freG kurious bout that corn beln so poor Next morning, fust thing, thought Tt take q look at that corn. Say, now, oi all the sites you ever seen that was the beatenest! That corn was strung from one end the farm to tuther! Fl bet fishhook I walked nigh onto teW miles-and everywhere was corn anC stalks. ConSarn itl thinks land ther agin tarnation! never did hay, nuthin to do with bees without I go stung and this ai'nt no how, no excep. tion.
 l was pretty middling warm when got into breakfast and there was Jan' Ann a frying flapjacks. I thought sh, was plum daff.
 Sez I, Where is that chicken pi, and cake, and that punkin pie, teW What for you frying them?'
 Chicken pie!" sniffed Jane Ann, "gt and see.'
 Shoo-new! that buttery was picked cleaner than the Parsons arter a do nation party-net a blame crumb left l was that beat 1 sot right down ant ct a dozen or more flapjacks fore got my breath. Then I sez:
 You wanted a Bee, Jane Ann, an, you've had it."
 Sez Jane Ann: 'The luther reen carpet is all kicked full of holes an, we'll have to have new one!"
 Sex I, "The corn is strung from Da1 to Beersheby! Ne-o-w I hope you had enuff Bees hadn't bin for yo1 wouldn't bin no sech kick-up," I roar ed. Twill take six men and a bo long with horse rake to git that cor together all for your tarnal foolish ness," sez I. of all the bloomin i'd iots -
 l Sez shei Who was it as set u last night bout the Bee he'd had. ies tell me that!" sez Jane Ann. You too grasping! That's what! Nathan iel Deelittle! If there's any idiots i this house your the one" and she ri up from the table and sot the dishe in the sink.
 seen Jane was gittin some stirre up, and bout then I lowed I'd fee them hogs.
 A leetle later set out on the. grind } stone chewing straw, and sort C allowed I didn't know but Jane An ] was one e1half right and maybe two thirds.
 P.s-5ane Ann is gittin dreadfr heady. I lows that's readin that the "Rightn question, durn itl t NAT.