The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1918-04-06
OIL PETAIRE AN
CUNNYSACK.
Goose LAX,
March 20, 1918.


My cher Heditaire;
What you tink, zee, sheriff, she con
to Goose LAX, meybe You know fol
were eet ees, oui? Well she come vic
zee papier de gurre for me, me, o.
Petaire, to go on zee war. She war
for me to 60 be examiner, so ! can &c
to Franc for fait zee Hun, but am te
her am too OIL for fait, am fait toe
much already. zee mus'rat, wal cat ar
zee moos cat. twenty, tirty year now,
am fait desc beste, but she say no, an
haf go for geet examen, me an my OIL
fren, John Gunnysack. Am try fol
tell heem me an my oil fren Gunnysack
we ees too ol for fait, but no, she say
geet ready for raide back on town. So,
well, we haf for go, so am tel heem a
rate. We hurry an am tel Gunnysack
not forgeet hees ol gun; me, am TAX
my oil pees-tal. for we not know wat
dey try for doc on US on dat strange
vee-lage. Gunnysack an me we go fol-
harnes my dogs, but re sheriff, she say
no, we raide wild heem wild heese TEEN,
hurry she say; TAX your tam, tax your
tam. am tel her, don get for excit,
mon garcon. So we jump in zee slay
an after long raide thru zee wood, we
com at las to zee veelage Of L'Anse,
Dey ees lots of shacks on zee town,
beeg ones an leetle ones, some made OF
wood, some of stone and odere of leet-
lie squares of rock, what you cal heem!
Bricks? Quill But none lax my shack,
made of roun logs. Dass 'foney, Gun
nysack she say on me, am nevaire see
shacks lax dat befor. Ze sherlf, she
say for us 60 wild heem an she tax us
to zee beegest shack on top zee heel
an wen heem go for open zee door.
Gunnysack she grab me by zee han an
say, Petaire, am your fren, but by
gar, me, am no 90 cen dat place. am
no know wat dey try for do me cen
dere, am no go. Am go for put my
han on hees sholdaire an say, Gunny-
sack, ol fren, am go wild you, wild my
peestal, an am stan by you; zee sheriff
she my fren too and she say dey no
hurt us, Com on, we go for see wat
dey want. Al-raite, Petaire, Gunny-
sack say, but am keep my ol mus-keet
ready shoot queek. So we go on top
zee shack an zee sheriff she geeve me
some papier for tax zee drain for go
on Ho-tan. Wat ees dat. Zee drain,
am ak heem; she say hees go for sho
us, so we go TAX dat drain. Wepas on
top zee town and stop on zee beeg low
shack on toder heel, were we see long
yellow shacks, for, fave, wild weels on
der dem an sounding in frount; zee
sheriff she say dat zee Injin. Am new
aire lax for see Injins LAX dat befor;
am see Injins wild featders in hees hair
wild hees squaw an papoose on back ;
me, am got good squaw, on Goose LAX,
she fan cook, but am nevaire see one
lax tees one. Zee sheriff she TAX me to
zee leetle window in zee beeg shack an
tel me for geeve one papier to zee beeg
man an she geeve me tee-kets for me
an Gunnysack. den we go for geet cen
one Of dem leetle long shacks wild
weels on an sect on top seets. Gush,
dey nice seets, Gunnysack she say on
me, and she jump up on down on dem.
Stop dat, am say, you jus lax uh leetle
baby, you woon for let all re monde
see we nevaire be on top re drain be-
for? Den am look aroun quate lax, an
on sudden Gunnysack she grab my
harm. Petaire, she say, look over
dere, an she point hees han, Mon Dieu,
wat re cher file, look, dose beeg blue
heyes and hair lax zee gol' you an me
fan in zee REVERE, and ze mout, Pet
aire, oh, Mon Dieu. am feel lax for eet
her al up. Kape quate, tel Gunny-
sack. but she say, Petaire, ol fren, am
not know watts matter wild me, am feel
foney aroun mon occur. Kape quate
am say, or dey thro you oud, we bet
taire go haf smoke. So am 60 wild
heem for smoke. me grab heem an pull
heem thru zee door an into anoder
shack. Am look aroun an see al les
homme smoking. an by gush, some
smoke leetle white papiers an oders
long black dings lax am nevaire see
befor. Am TAX my pipe an start liht
when am look up an yell, Whoopla,
Gunnyssck, look here, am fan my oil
frens Pete Pereau and Capitaine Joe
from Pea Soup LAX. wat am nevaire
see since zee tam we work for Paul
Bunnion, 70 win-tar Of zee Neige bleu,
twenty, tirty year ago. All dem were
zee days. eh. Pete ol fren, lam sect
wild Pete, m Guunysack she sect wild
Capitaine joel when zee beeg coon she
tie two hams on hees feet an skate
aroun on zee pancake greedle for
grease heem every morning befor zee
cook she max dem fan pancakes. An
zee tam Paul Buunion she brak her