Sequachee Valley news. (Sequachee [Sequatchie], Tenn.) 1896-1952, 1918-01-31

would be writ ez you promlst.
| learnt when you wuz nothing
but a lad | kould allurs Deepen or
what you sed, and they tell me
that's jist the kin O. men they bt
needin' NV.
There wuz man aroun' last
week speaking ter the people a
bout the war, sed hit wuJ right,
an ez how glad we orter be ten
send our boys. Guess ez he wuz
some O. Mr.. Woodrow Wilson's
kin ez he spoke nifty highly O.
him, an mind We. he taken dinner
ter our house, an son, We jist
orter seed yer old ma flying a.
roun' like giney with hits he'd
cut off. gitin' things in style, jist
ez ] allurs did when yo' fecht yer
best gal ter our hum.
Arter readin, your letter, | SEE,
SEE |, | jist knows ez white table
cloths air stylish ez Bud writ me
they wuz usin O. them in them
big hotels in Florida, so ! sends
right over ter ST Perkins, an !
bound We, he's a cozin ter that
very Perkins, there, no one knows
about their kin, an ez | SEE SAINT
over to ST Perkins arter their
white table cloth, the same one
they bought when Samanthy Ann
married, an son. whenever you
pulls off a few honors ez | know
you will, an kongress set you up
to a few 1000, she'll wish she
hadn't turnt yo' down, but he'd
yo' ter look at with yer blue suit
an shiny buttons like that one at
Mr.. Masons instid O. them five
red headed, frackled-faced, turnt
up nosed youngsters err hern-jest
fer the world like yer daddy.
Now son, when | got Sal Perk-
ms white table cloth on my table
an sis, she scrubbed the knives
and forks and spoon so brite you
kould almost see yerself in them.
l want yer ter know ! never sot
that man down to weeds, lettis
heds ner raw stuff, but my ole
table wuz full o. something wurth
eatin'. He tuck mostly ter chick
en-, Chicken stufin, salids, sau-
sage. an never seed a Teller eat
so mulch fig pursurves, thick
cream an hot rolls, an son yer
knows how yer ole ma can make
them!
If you an them hundred O.
them chums er yourn had O. tuck
Christmas dinner with me yer
kould err greast yer whole face
withyer chicken fer all I'd keered,
so pleast ter had We. an | reckon
yer tried ter do that we'll like little
son tried ter do the tooth pick
when me an him an yer paw
taken dinner with yer Unkle
LESSEE up town. You know ez
how ez per paw allurs tries ter
act big when he gifts out, so when
he gets thru eatin' he puts a tooth
pick in his mouth an sets there
an talks, so little son puts one in
his mouth, an chaws. an chaws,
an when yer paw an Unkle
lessee leaves the table he slips up
to ter me an hands hit ter me all
chawed up like string an SEE,
but ma kouldn't swallow it like
paw ter save my life.
Now son, We needn't ter be
writin ter me about them city
gals with Their short skirts an
mind We, don't yer let them be
ter settin' yer head a-swimmin'
nuther, coz | got my eyes on a
gal right here ter horn ez I'D suit
yer ter a t." Yer never ketch her
going aronn' with them short
dresses on ner kickin her heels
aroun' an this gal ken do any
thing from pickin geese ter milk
in cows, an no longern luther
day yore ole Pide kickt me rite in
the front part O. my back so hard
| can't breathe good yit.
Its nifty nice in Mr.. @. M. G.
ter be ridin' O. yer aroun' in his