Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-11-16


would think, out o tune about the Widder
"Arter order was restored we tried again;
but the result was so soul sickenin that
Welch's sled dogs tried to jump through the
small windcr, an the Fiddler was forced to
shift over to perlite conversation. We all
jumped at the change, each tigurin' his ma
tive talents want hid up in no napkin
AN the Fiddler says, Mr. Plunkett, :
| never was known as Sinful in those DAYS,
Miss, advance into the room, imagine
Mcpherson is the wilder, an greet him
accordinlv.
4 could feel the blood b'ilin beneath the
places where froze my face the first winter
struck Alaska; but was game, an waltzin
up to the Scotchman says, Good mornin'
Ma am. Hope | see We WE'LL
(Which same depends on yer eyesight,
old boss grins Mcpherson, an previdin'
We amt got yer reg lar bun on this early in
the day
Il swung on him right an proper, Miss,
for intimatin' had drinkin' habits; but he
had the best rollin guard north o sixty-hve,
SO he only lost small piece o hide where
my thumbnail gouged him.
"Some ten minutes afterwards the Fiddler
earnestly says. Everyone play the part, as
it's mutool benefit for all
"Says Big WEIGH, now in his ugly frame
o mind an worth listenin' to, I'm tired o
this levity. Let the lesson proceed with
solem'itv
Even Mcpherson wouldn't fuss with
him at that particular stage O temper; so
we begun all over each takln' his turn.
Only the Fiddler pretended to be the widdel,
an we all walked by him, each sayin', Good
mornin', Ma'am. Hope see We we'll At
last | made bleat that they was stealin'
my words The Fiddler said the words was
rotten, an that when we got SOS we could
walk by him without staggerln' he'd frame
up some bit o sentiment for each pupil.
Which same thing he done, Miss, arter three
rounds o marchln' an two o rye.
AN he shore was some nifty when it
come to diggin' UP sentiment Even Cock
nev said SO, an he was mortal hard to please,
as it wasn't any cinch to find him speech
where he wouldn't drop any HIS. The Fid-
dler let on he oughter be paid extry where
he had to overcome a mans native tongue
as we'll as personal blemishes But the
speech he frames up was:
"'Good mornin' Madam. Fares well the
world with thee?'
"Miss deall' cried Mcpherson. There
amt no "theein'" in mine Why is the Hes
sian favored above the American citizen"
"The Fiddler explained while two of us
held Cockney round his throat; but Nc
pherson want satisfied till his speech was
changed to, Artist thou feelin' well to-
dayo'
"On course, Miss, when the rest of us seen
the drift o partiality towards them two we
all roared for similar like delicate language.
1t took all the mornin' to straighten it out.
NOV | can't cover each days doin's in
~ the Runasongs school. I'll gener'lv re-
mark that for days an days we kept drillin'
away at attitudinizin', posturin', grimacin',
an perlite conversation always fetchln' up
richer pay dirt, always workin' nearer the
mother lode. Why, Miss, we got that
changed that when old Thunder Tom, a full
blood. wandered in to swap venison for
whisky he give a boot O horror an busted
down the trail to White Hoss, where he ar
rove with a frozen hoof, an sayin' that the
Great Spirit had laid his hand on every man
in Red Ant.
But we improved a good ninety per cent.
Big WEIGH got SO he could maneuver up to
almost any box or stool an squat on it an
git up without Dustin (which was goin'
some, believe me! When we felt confidence
to speak few words to the widder we was
bound by the rules to use that DANCED figger-
ative language, which | now hates.
Hast pie, two pieso booms Big WEIGH,
tossin' out several hundred dollars in dust.