Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-10-29
Little Bobbie's
Pa

r roALD Pa last mite that 90,
III teecher sed We shud praot.es
riteing letters. She sed that
pespui was fersitttns how to rite
good letters she asked eech Of u,
kids to rite a. letter to q aunt or ,
unkei & bring It to skooi with Ms ts,a
next day.
I haven't got any eunts 90 rtte 70 4
the only unkel I have got il Pas
brother. he isent bit like Pa, he ia
a meen old cuss. he newer gafv u.
cent for Christmas or present ssvsn.
Rite to unkei Oscar. sed Pa, r.t.
him 3 nice letter.
! deant want TO rife him a G,Ars
letter. I toad Pa, beekaus doant Tx,
him seven IL he is yure brother. Es
time wares that old black suite tina.
10 citing all green & shiny. Wig
shud rite to him?
Why indeed, BobbiN, ged Ma. II you
thars Is no use OF riteing him at all,
Doant evver pretend that you luv
man IL you doant luv him, Ma ssd,
Maybe II he wuA ute UnkeI Oscar
nice letter 1t mtte rnatk the old grosct
fssi a littsl kinder, ssd Pa. will rite
the letter for Bobhie, q he can siss
his na!m & l bot Oscar win warm as
| q cum around Co see Bobbis.
Idoant think anything In the vurfd
vud ever maik that old miser warm
Up. sed Ma, Il 1 am not In favor Of
Bohbis sinsing his naim to any luv~
ing words for Unkel Oscar. But Pa
sed he was going to rite the letter
anyway. so Ma & me left the room 70
Pa cud be alone, & after waiting a
littel while Pa CAIN out & red this
letter wIch ne had rete for me:
Dear Unkel oscsr-rhis ix.a Letter
from yurs l,tteI nefew Bobbie- ]
dare say you will be surprised to
near from me, but the tsmtashun 10
rite was irresis-tabel. have bean
thinking a good deal of you Of late &
l
& childleps a and It IL then thai
wish from the bottom Of my hart thar
cud be with you e. chosr you along
lifes pathway. The rinke1s on yure
desr old brow all show that you ara
in the afternoon Of lite, q I wud
fain caress them rinkeis a let you
know that alths all the wurld mite
turn axgenst you & call you a old
skinfint, yure loving httel nefew viii
always cling to thee In tImes OF sor~
row, stress & storm. Believe me,
dear unkel Oscar. to be now & al
ways
Yure affecieshunste nsfsse
] didsnt want to sine that Letter
after Pa had red II to mo. toad
Pa that IT wuddent be took rite by
Unksl Oscar. & sed that admit like
to tell him anything about luv IN a
letter wen I didn't feel any iuv for
Ehim in my hart But Pa wlnted me
to sine Il, so / sined st s. n sent
messenger boy over to his mothers
house with II,
In about q hour Unkel oscsr caim
caver to our house. 1t was tie Arst
time he had been in our house for .
long time. I cud see that he wssewfuj
mad. He wuddent set down. H, jest
sed What kind Of Tom fool-r 81
this letter. & why did you send In
me? 1 suppoas this nttel wart thinks
1 will leave him sum Of my propsty
wen die, but I viii fool him a I
will fool all of you.
Pa & Ma tried to smooth urnkS
over. but didn't. You are a %
n,iser, told him. DoaBt call me
littel wsrt, you old hunk OF dried
beef. I vuddsnt rite you q nice lot
ter in . niiyun years, my father
toad me to rite that letter. Keep
yure little bankron, I tosld him. (
am richer than you. besksus I have
my Pa & Ma to luv me- I was pritty
mad, but after Unkel Oscar had went
I felt kind of sorry for him anyhow.
--wILLIAM r. KIRK