The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1912-07-29
Raising Ell.

didn't have anything 10 40, nor ulu
we want any ythins to do, we Just lived
on the old man, or were bunch that
lived on their wits as best they can.
My mother used to talk to me of
how / was below my level, and my
father used to corner me up and give
me the very devil; my girl Ga nice
Girl was she) began to lose interest in
me to such a degree that well, why.
! just put things together-such as
mothers pleading3 and fathers rails
ing Cain, and the way my girl inti-
mated that ] was going insane, till !
took a hunch and cut the whole bloom.
ing bunch Of lounger-around down in
my town.
got a JOB in store; got $500
per; wouldn't pay any more; boarded
at home and decided that it was no
more than right that l settle for my
lodging every Saturday night.
Somehow I got to staying home at
niehts, and they way | used to study
ran up the bill for lights.
Mother told me that now was get
ting on my level; and father, well, eh
ceased to raise the devil; and my girl,
one Sunday afternoon when we were
walking round, Looking at the sights
of the town: as she held on to my
hand. kind of confidentially said to
me, "if you keep a-going along the
same route, why, wouldn't be sur
prised to see you the fellow I'd like
you TO be-"
But the bunch of loungers-around
said all sorts OF things to me, but
what they said didn't bother me.
They said ! was gutter and the
like; tight wad like Uncle Ike"
and at nights as home they reeled,
they'd say I'd hold dollar till the
eagle squealed.
So a tight-wad they dubbed me,
and as tight-wad they snubbed me,
but kept on a-sawing wood---kept on
making good.
When l started an account with a
B. q L.. they hunched each other and
said, Now he thinks he's raising
ELL" but as they talked more and
more. just kept a going, but little
faster than before.
Days and months and years rolled
by. and ] kept a-plugging and ] kept
a-tugging, and il every week to make
a deposit with the B. & l.. was raising
ell. well, ! was raising ell.
1t was late Saturday afternoon
Just the time in my town that lovers
spoon-that my girl and took a iaunt
out of the town to the incest little
spot. and instead of thinking of things
which lovers sometimes do, we decid-
ed there and then, with the aid of the
B. & L. TO buy a lot and build bung-
allow for two.
It amt been so very long since |
cut the bunch-not so very long since
got the hunch-but lot oc things
can happen in so short time that
really one ould never divine.
Why, since then, some of the bunch
are in the pen; some who used to
laugh and goad are now hobOes on
;he road some who had promising
gifts are ordinary blanket stiffs, and
some who drank till they were sots
are now housed in holes six by two
in cemetery lots.
Yes, so many things can happen one
would never divine-so many things
in so short time-why, Pm the man
ager of a store-yes, the manager and
something more; I'm the owner of the
store.
Yes, by the aid of the B. & L., I've
gone right on raising ell, and I've
built the bungalow for two, but looks
as If should have built it for few.
We've got the incest kind OF father
and mother-in-laws, and they are
tickled to death at being grandpas
and grandmas; and the little tots are
the cutest thinks you ever saw. Ones
a boy and the other a girl, and they