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


II \ took Ma and me to a county
fair day beetoar yesterday Pa
pritty neerIy got arrested, bu.
he was lucky X got away,
Pa was telling us how he used to
be d CRATE favorit with the farmers
Wen he was yuug * went 10 the
county fairs back hoam. / was al
ways In CRATE demand to he a judge.
Pa sed. Il wen | waseut judge of
the races ! was judging babies x
punkins x horses X cows often
look back & wonder Pa eed how
them Simpel farmers got along at
thaTe county fairs without me
Ma looked at ME e. winKed. Me ~
Ma is SO used TO heering Pa talk that
way that nothing witch he saws any
moar maiks US talk any motifs. But
we was very glad he asked US to g.
to 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 oaveT to this booth
he sed to Pa, & bring yure family.
want YOU to taste sum cider witch
have thare
Ma & me tasted #. but it was awful
sour. it tasted like VINEGAR SO We
dident taste any mOar, but Pa q his
friend KEEP drinking it, This is pretty
hard stuff, isent IL, Scd Pas friend. Il
mite be for You, Sed Pa, but il isent
hard for me. In my day. Pa sed.
have drunk SO much of everything
that a littel harmless appel Juice
isent going 20 send me to the clover
You better be careful deer, sed Ma.
My father used to have sum hard
cider at hoam i'm Elijay that was
worse than alkohOL He got two
deekunI d the minister fun one mite
at n church sOshubal, Ma Sed
/ aint any deeekun or minister. Pa
sed. l am a hero. Give us another
Pa sed
Ma q, me went around & looked AZ
all the horses and cows e We had a
ride on the merry go round x saw a
horse race, q Wen We calm back thare
was Pa his friend. rite at the saim
booth & czech of them with a dipper of
the hard cider
This IS gIorus day Pa was say
ing. K this hard cider Is glorus Look
at that queen that Jest went past, she
smiled at me. sed Pa Did she. sed
Ma. YOU dident know Bobbie & I was
here. did you2 Did she smile al you
She must have been latiing al me
sed Pa. suppose I do look kind OF
warm and mussed up.
Well. sed Ma, weuever you think
you have had enuff of yure friend S
appel juice, we better go Oaver to the
grandStand x see the next race
Thare 10 going to be three CRATE trot-
tiers I'm it.
All rite, all Of US will 60, sed Pa ]
am CRATE Judge Of horscflesh, Pa
sed. Lead me to yure CRATE trotters
I 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 Oayer 10 the grand
stand q Pa showed the farmer at the
gate his card | dOant want to buy
any cards sed the farmer | newer
carry them
am not selling cards. said Pa
You do not understand me. This is
my naim. ! used to be considered
one Of the gratest race judges i'm the
country ! want to judge this race.
CIT out Of here or / will run YOU in.
sed the farmer ! am a deputy sher-
if. My naim is Harry Misner & !
viii pinch you, by heck
You won't pinch me. sed Pa. one
moar word from YOU & I will muss
up you're lisser. Pa sed
Lisscn here, my deer cider feend.
sed Ma to Pa. You Il 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 10 drink hard cider Wen I
grew up. Ma tOald me anybody that
drank hard cider had r soft he'd