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

II A took Ma and me to a county
fair day beetoar yesterday. Pa
pritty neerly got arrested, but
he was lucky & got away.
Pa was telling US how he used to
be a CRATE favorit with the farmers
Wen he was yung & went to the
county fairs back hoam. l was al
ways in CRATE demand to be a judge,
Pa sed. g. wen l wasent a judge Of
the races l was judging babies 81
punkins & horses & cows. / often
look back & wonder, Pa sed, how
them simpel farmers got along at
thare county fairs without me.
Ma looked at me & winked. Me &
Ma is so used to heering Pa talk that
way that nothing witch he says any
moar maiks US talk any motifs. But
We was very glad he asked US to go
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 oaver to this booth.
he sed to Pa, & bring yure family |
want you to taste sum cider wich l
have thare.
Ma e. me tasted It, but II was awful
sour: il tasted like vinegar. so we
dident taste any moar, but Pa & his
friend KEEP drinking it. This is pretty
hard stuff, isent It, sed Pas friend. II
mite be for you, sed Pa. but It iSent
hard for me. In my day. Pa sed. l
have drunk so much OF everything
that a httel harmless appel juice
isent going to send me to the clover.
You better be careful. deer. sed Ma.
My father used to have sum hard
cider at hoam in Elijay that was
worse than alkohol He got two
deekuns & the minister full one mite
at a church soshubal, Ma sed.
| amt any deeekun or minister. Pa
sed. | am a hero, Give us another,
Pa sed
Ma & me went around & looked at
all the horses and cows & we had a
ride on the merry go round & saw 8
horse race, & wen we calm back thare
was Pa his friend, rite at the saim
booth & eech OF them with a dipper Of
the hard cider.
This is a glorus day, Pa was say
ing, & 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 & was
here. did you? Did she smile at you?
She must have been laf1ng at me.
sed Pa. l suppose I do look kind Of
warm and mussed up.
Well, sed Ma, wenever you think
you have had enuff of yure trends
appel juice, we better go oaver to the
grandstand & see the next race.
Thare is going to be three CRATE trot-
tiers in IT,
All rite, all OF US will go. sed Pa.
am a CRATE Judge of horsefiesh, Pa
sed. Lead me to yure CRATE trotters
| 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 oaVer to the grand
stand e. Pa showed the farmer at the
gate his card. 1 doant want to buy
any cards, sed the farmer. newer
carry them.
l am not selling cards, said Pa
You do not understand me. This is
my naim. I used to be considered
one of the gratest race judges in the
country. I want to Judge this race
Git out OF here or will run you in,
sed the farmer. l am a deputy sher-
iff. My naim is Harry Misner e. I
will pinch you, by heck
You won't pinch me, sed Pa. One
moar word from you & I will muss
up you're kisser. Pa sed.
Lissen here, my deer cider feend.
sed Ma to Pa. You & & littel Bob
bic will maik our way by eesay stages
oaver to the auto wich 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 to drink hard cider wen |
grew up. Ma toald me anybody that
drank hard cider had a soft he'd.