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

r~HARE was a Old Home Week in
Pas hoam town last week, &.
, Pa went to It. Ma & me dident
20 beekaus we newer lived in the lit
'e, town ware Pa lived in the old
for those who had lived thare.
Pa calm back last mite, & he
1,rought one of the Old Homers with
him. The mans naim was Jason Jen-
Ejns. & he had lived in the littel town
that Pa lived in for all his life.
Wife sed Pa, this is Jason Jenkins,
of my old home, as true a man as
ever sold q sheet of sticky fly paper.
Mister Jenkins has shut up his gro
rerv stoar for a week and calm to the
CITY to see the sites. | toald him that
YOU & | 6 littel Bobbie wud maik
him feel at hoam, & here he is.
Mister Jenkins was a middel aged
man with a round fat face & a bald
he'd Him & Pa ackted as if thay had
mad sum Of the Old Home cider for a
week steddy, but Pa newer gifts stu
pid. he is all the time thinking of
sumthing new 10 do. Mister Jason
Jenkins was as stupid acting as ne
.ud be. He sat down in a chair & he
looked at Ma & me & then he bee
ran to grin g. he sed l doant care
what heecums of the old stoar. Let it
stay shut!
Why dident you bring Mrs. jenkins?
sed Ma.
Thare is no Mrs. jenkins. sed Pa s
frend. I am a bachelor thank good
ness. All I have in the wurld is my
.toar back hoam, & doant care
wether that stays open or not.
Ioant care if l ever open it aggenn.
Then ne KEEP kicking at the rug &
ooking at Ma & me kind of foolish.
IL was hard for us to keep from
afing.
Wife. sed Pa, I am going to read
part Of a ittel speech that l deliv-
cred at the Old Home banllwet. This
IS what I sed:
Deer old-time trends, as the hom
tnE pigeon gracefully seeks its hoam
SO have I came back from the roar
ing city to this peaceful littel ham
let, the hoam of my boyhood. the
cradle of my happy days. Fame and
welth ! have won, but that is not
happiness. The acclaim of thousands
has been mine. but that is not all
Never in my widest moments of
triumph in the city have l forgotten
She old scenes & the deer old faces
tlsht are E6LIcEcu mere lO-LlS III, C my
memory was a priceless bank on
which drew IN hours of bitterness.
What TO me was fame compared with
the loving thoughts Of trends like
gou?''
Il seems to me, sed Ma, that you
we're shooting the bunk pretty vio-
lent to the Old Home Folks. How
about all this fame & welth that you
gained here in the city. l newer
notised any Of 1t, & l am sure our
httel son newer did eether.
That is what the folks back home
was saying, sed Jason Jenkins. Thay
dident believe what yure husband
was speaking to them, so thare was
no harm done. doant care if | ever
see my stoar aggenn. Leave it shut
say l. Then he looked foolish aggenn.
Newer mind, old pet, sed Ma, am
so glad to see you back that | doant
care what kind Of a speech you made
or how swift yure week was. Ware
did you dig up this sleeping specimen,
this maudlin merchant? sed Ma.
I used to go to school with him,
sed Pa. AS soon as he reelizes what
he mas did, he will hurry back &
oapen up his store.
& sure enuff, the next morning
Mister Jason jenkins dident wait for
breakfast He took a erly train back
90 his stOar in Pas old home.