The Monroe journal., 1920-03-02
FLU REMINDS MRS. FUNDER-
BURK OF MOTHER GOOSE STORY
That of the Old Woman Who Cried
'.I.awd Mercy Me-This Is None

That Of the Old Woman Who Cried
''Iawd Mercy Me-This Is None
off"
To the Editor OF The Journal
We have had the FLU" at our house
You see If you haven't had il these
strenuous times you are simply not in
il all and not wishing TO be left out Of
any thing We had it, Yes, we just
had the flu. You see there are two
of them. When you take sick and die
il is influenza. but when you get sick
and get well il is just plain flu. So
as we got well we only had one of
these much talked about diseases.
doctors please take notice.
Yes. the thing came and for about
n week we ran a miniature hospital
al our house. Here We lay, every one
OF us in bed at one time. The mean
little germs held a picnic in our
anatomy. They ran up and down by
day and by night and when they were
not trying to burst open our bodies
they were frolicking in our heads and
making the ceiling of our room
(which is naturally light green) look
black and blue and red. I've have
often heard of folks seeing red and
now we know what they mean by it.1
And it seemed TO us that the whole
neighborhood had gone into the soup
making business. We never drank
so much soup in all our days and Tor
the time to come we want TO warn
Olr friends that when we visit them
please don't serve soup for dinner.
Ne have had enough soup TO do us
for the next hundred years. And
such good soup il was. Had il not
been that we had perfect faith in the
good intentions of those who made
and sent that thing they called soup
we would have suspected them
of going to the drug store
where they mix and measure things
without regard to the taste of the suf-
fering mortals, and procuring some
thing to flavor that soup with. calcu-
lating TO put us whore we wouldn't
need any more soup. ANY way there
was something wrong somewhere. II
might have been in our mouth. We
had enough germs in our mouth TO
kill regiment.
Now you. my reader. may think me
frivolous, light headed kind of a
somebody but at the risk of your
thinking so / am going 10 tell you of
another thing about that week.
You remember the old Mother
Goose story about the old woman who
went TO sell eggs and lay down by
the road side and went TO sleep and
tramp came by and pulled her skirt
up TO her knees and when she woke,
she said Land a mercy me this is
none of l." Well you seetwe too had
little dog about as big as good
sized peanut. This little fellow sleeps
on our back piazza and every morning
when we go out he bids MS the top
/ OF the morning with a wag of his
short little tail Well, while we were
waging war with about two hundred
million germs we thought about him
and wondered what his thoughts were
concerning our whereabouts. Reckon
he thought a German earthquake had
/ Knocked us into smithereens and not
feeling at all like our ordinary every
day selves, we said TO the occupant
of the other bed across the room in
as loud a voice as those rcrms would
let us: 'Lawk q mercy me. this is
none of l." Well. the little dog lived
through II and is again wagging his
tail when the greetings of the morn
ing is due.
Well, the flu or influenza is bad
thing and we hope the ones who have
II will get well and those who haven't
had II will stay well. So here's hop
ing all around. Edna V. Funderburk.