Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1913-05-01


serious time, b'gosh, and should be
treated seriously. wrote poem once
one lot up about myself, b'gosh.
In writing, whether in poetry or prose,
there's nothing like being well &C.
quainted with your characters, Zeb.
also deal with other interesting char
acters. The poem
"'Never mind about the poem,
Nibs, interposed. Keep quiet, by
grab-I IN getting a bite.
"'That's so, Zebulum, my boy
why don't you jerk, b'gosh? AS l
was about to say, the poem is pro-
nounced by manv who have been so
fortunate as to read it to rank favor
ably with the productions of Byron,
Longfellow and Rudyard Kip
"'Cut it out. Nibs,' l said Con-
found the poem and sou, too; I'm
fishing, by graz, not discussing litera-
ture.'
"'Say, Zebulum, is that snake
down there by the drift? l thought
saw one. You'd better keep your
snake eye skinned. b'gosh. Look out
for EN-. Remember you are in con-
slant danger, Zeb, poor boy. 1'e
can't swim, and you haven't drop y,
snake remedy. and if YOU should tan
of this log, b'gosh. you'd be at 'he
mercy of both the waves and the rep
tiles-if not the Old Boy himself. l II
do all can to save you, though, ana
I'm wheelhorse, a Jonah and an
AJax-the whole thing, b'gosh, at any
thing you might mention especially
hghting. believe in war. I'm just
waiting for an opportunity, b'gosh' 10
wipe up this creek bottom with the
scoundrel who says you are not all
right 3D.
'Nibs, | said, why in the Dickens
and Tom Walker don't you cut Out
that blamed talking and attend to your
cork? Don't you want some nice fist
| w 'uhC HOIllt.
eyes, will, Zebby-I'll keep m!
cork eye corked and say nothing. J
promised Nobs I'd bring her a string
of the finry tribe a couple of yards
long AMI I'll do it, b'gosh. The sweet
thing deserves all the fish in this creek
and its tributaries. had desperate
time getting her and she had tough
time getting me. The poem
The poem be dad-smashedl Be
quiet, Nibs, confound you.
az must keep an eye on my cork,
Zeb. 'blieve I'm getting bite, too
only it looks like I've got two corks,
b'gosh, both bobbing up and down. If
| can catch string even yard long,
it will satisfy Nobs, bless her heart.
Did ever tell you the name of nv
poem, Zebulum? 1t is entitled, The
Bumfuzzing of Rob and Bub. The
first time | meet up with Billy Yates
I'll get him to set it to music, b'gosh,
and have it before the public in sheet
music form. 1t will, no doubt. become
as popular as THE Old Turkey Buzz
zerd, cor other productions. The
poem begins
"'Hold up, Nibs,' said, interrupt
ing him. You must cut out that talk
ing. The sun is getting low. by grab,
and the afternoon will soCn be gone.
Keep quiet now and let's fish to make
up for lost time. I'm getting a bite
now a..Sss2 - m - A |
" Yes, we must make up for lost
time, Zeb, keep our mouths closed and
our eyes on our corks; though you,
Zeb, should keep at least one eye On
the lookout for the moccasins. l, tof
course, might watch both corks, while
you devote your whole time in keep
ing out of the way CT the moccasins.
If you had brought two bottles
Hush, Nibs, am on the eve OF
getting bite. Why don't you act
quit talking and give the
nSheS chance to bitter
YOU'RE sensible man Zeb, and
are right in your religious and political
views. If YOU ever need any help in
UNFOLDING them, just call on me,
b'gosh. The poem, as was about to
say, begins like this:
Down near the town of Fords Ferree
There lived maid, Miss Nobs McGee;
And likewise on a nearby path.
There lived and moved young Nibs
McGath.
"Now, Nibs McGath and Nobs MCGEE
Both fell in love most desp'ratelee-
"'And am getting "most desper-
atelee" mad, confound you.' l inter-
rupted. l dislike to do it, but, by
grab, can't stand that poem! So off
the log you gol'