Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-17
Little Bobbie S
Pa
BY WILLIAM F. KIRK.

ia took Ma and me to a county
fair day beefoar yesterday. Pa
pritty neerly got arrested, but
ne was lucky 81 got away.
Pa was telling US how he used to
be a CRATE favOrit with the farmers
wen he was yung & went to the
county fairs back hoam | was al
ways in CRATE demand to be a judge,
Pa sed, & wen | wasent a judge Of
the races l was judging babies q
punkins & horses & cows | often
look back q wonder, Pa sed how
them simpel farmers got along at
thare county fairs without me.
Ma looked at me & winked. Me x
Ma is 50 used to heering Pa talk that
way that nothing wich he says any
moar maiks rus talk any motifs. But
We was very glad he asked US to go
10 the fair, so We all went
Rite after We got in the grounds Pa
found a old friend Of his that owns a
big farm. Cum on oaver to this booth
he sed to Pa, & bring yure family. !
want you to taste sum cider Wich l
have thare.
Ma & me tasted it, but il was awful
sour; it tasted like VINEGAR. 80 We
dident taste any mOar. but Pa & his
friend KEEP drinking il. This is pretty
nard stuff, isent It. sed Pas friend. It
mite be for you, sed Pa, but it isent
hard for me. In my day, Pa sed. l
have drunk so much of everything
that a littel harmless appel Juice
isent going to send me to the clover.
You better be careful. deer. sed Ma.
My father used to have sum hard
cider at hOam in Elijay that was
worse than alkohol He got two
deekuns q the minister full one mite
at a church soshubal, Ma sed.
| amt any deeekun or minister. Pa
sed I am hero. Give US another,
Pa sed.
Ma & me went around &, looked at
all the horses and cows & we had a
ride on the merry go round & saw
horse race, & wen we calm back thare
was Pa his friend, rite at the Saim
booth & eeCh of them with dipper of
the hard cider.
This iH a glorus day, Pa was say
ing, & this hard cider IL glorus. Look
at that queen that jest went past, she
smiled at me, sed Pa. Did she. sed
Ma, you dident know Bobbie & was
here, did you? Did she smile at you 4?
She must have been lafing at me
sed Pa. l suppose l do look kind Of
WdTUl ana muSSeu up
Well, sed Ma, wenever you think
you have had enuff Of yure trends
appel Juice. we better go oaver to the
grandstand & see the next race
Thare is going to be three CRATE trot-
tiers in it,
All rite, all Of US will go, sed Pa.
am a CRATE judge of horsefiesh, Pa
sed. Lead me to yure CRATE trotters
| will tell you wether thay are CRATE
or not If you lead me to them.
II you doant put away that dipper
you will have to be led, sed Ma. Cum
on, deer. Thare are other things in
this world than appel cider.
So we all went oaver to the grand
stand & Pa showed the farmer at the
gate his card. I doant want to buy
any cards. sed the farmer. / newer
carry them.
l am not selling cards, said Pa
You do not understand me. This is
my naim. I used to be considered
one of the gratest race judges in the
country. I want TO Judge this race.
Git out Of here o. | Will run You IN
sed the farmer | am a deputy sher-
if. My naim is Harry Misner & I
will pinch you, by heck
You won't pinch me. sed Pa. One
moar word from YOU & I will muss
up you're kisser. Pa sed.
LiSseR here, my deer cider feend,
sed Ma to Pa. You & | e littel Bob
bic will maik our way by eesay stages
oaVer to the auto witch we calm here
in, we will go right hoam Thare
Will be no war to-day.
On the way hOam Ma kept telling
me newer to drink hard cider wen ]
grew up. Ma toald me anybody that
drank hard cider had a soft he'd.