Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-12
Little Bobbie S
Pa
BY WILLIAM r. KIRK.

s--~HARE was Old Home Week in
Pas hoam town last week, &
= pa went to it, Ma & me dident
4 ,5 baekaus we newer lived in the lit
al town ware Pa lived in the old
ssys 4 this Old Home Week was
Es,r hose who had lived thare.
pa cain back last mite, & he
,rorgHt one of the Old Homers with
Inn The mans naim was Jason Jen-
ms & he had lived in the littel town
II r.t Pa lived in for all his life.
H wife sed Pa, this is Jason Jenkins,
,4 INV old home, as true man as
II yvar sold a sheet of sticky fly paper.
K1rsrpr Jenkins has shut up his gro
or, -,oar for a week and calm to the
Hity to see the sites. l toad him that
an 4 ! & litteI Bobbie wud maik
inn feel at hoam, q here ne is.
Mister Jenkins was a middel aged
E. with a round fat face & a bald
or Him G. Pa ackted as If thay had
Il adj sum Of the Old Home cider for a
week steddy, but Pa newer gifts stu
f5 he is all the time thinking of
H.amthinE new TO do. Mister Jason
Nlenlirs was as stupid acting as he
md be He sat down in a chair & he
Hooked At Ma & me & then he bee
- TO grin s, he sed I doant care
THAT beecums Of the old stoar. Let it
sytay shut,
Why dident you bring Mrs. jenkins?
B,ed Ma
Tnare is no Mrs. Jenkins, sed Pas
srend ! am a bachelor, thank good
! hess All / have in the wurld is my
I stosr back hoam, & l doant care
sVether that stays open or not. l
z. oari care if l ever open it aggenn.
srneu he KEEP kicking at the rug &
looking at Ma & me kind of foolish.
HI was hard for us to keep from
4 aains.
Wife sed Pa, l am going to read
Z bart Of a littel speech that l deliv-
ered at the Old Home bankwet. This
what | sed:
Deer old time trends, as the hom-
II ne pigeon gracefully seeks its hoam
L. have | came back from the roar
ne city to this peaceful littel ham
pt the hoam of my boyhood, the
radie Of my happy days. Fame and
Twelfth I have won, but that is not
i aupiness. The acclaim of thousands
AS been mine, but that is not all.
Never in my widest moments of
Triumph in the-City have l forgotten
he old scenes & the deer old faces
hat are gathered here tonight, & my
memory was a priceless bank on
(Which | drew in hours of bitterness.
What to me was fame compared with
he loving thoughts of trends like
ou?'
Il seems to me, sed Ma, that you
were shooting the bunk pretty vio-
/ enJ to the Old Home Folks. How
about all this fame & welth that you
gained here in the city. l newer
|notised any of it, g. | am sure our
Eittel son newer did eether.
That is what the folks back home
was saying, sed Jason Jenkins. Thay
ldidant believe what yure husband
|was speaking to them, so thare was
|nO harm done. I doant care If | ever
see my stoar aggenn. Leave it shut
say l. Then he looked foolish aggenn.
Newer mind, old pet, sed Ma, l am
so glad to see you back that | doant
are what kind of a speech you made
r how swift yure week was. Ware
did you dig up this sleeping specimen,
his maudlin merchant? sed Ma.
| used to go to school with him,
sed Pa AS soon as he reelizes what
he has did, he will hurry back 81
Japen up his store.
K sure enuff, the next morning
Mister Jason Jenkins dident wait for
DTekfast He took erly train back
10 his stoar in Pas old home.