The sea coast echo. [volume] (Bay Saint Louis, Miss.) 1892-current, 1921-10-08
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B ULL'S c OIL y r N
By Fuller Bsll
Mr.. Red Hogan,


Dear Red:
Accordin to prearangements there
of we of this burg took along all the
females what belonged to our tribe
at about 2 of the P. M, on last Sun
day and hiked our happy way down
past the depot and Feed stores which
festoone the highway whaton we
had to do the vending; we brought
up with jerk in our spawned leg
at gateway wherein stood likely
lookin yuoth busily growi a Chaplin
under his nose, and his north paw
stuck out for stray quarters. After
runnin the gauntlet of the pay-asyou
enter-sentries, we got into the main
slaughter pen and found standin
room only, (See, Red, they amt got
nothing tlse to sit on, and you wood
not sit if they offered you rocker)
we picked out a lump of dirt what
looked higher than its neighbors and
started to keep our dignity and not
get flustered nor excited-but
shucks, Red, they amt no use, bo,
for pretty soon the gladiators got
line up for the fray and some guy
started to callin all the numbers
what's in the rithmatic and the hole
dern gang went at. each other like
the helbent on murder or somethin.
I looked around to see if they was a
Nero somewhere with his thumbs
down, but l could not locate him.
Well, all the however, them athletics
was shown the stuff what young
Americas made Of, and the oppos-
ing team begun to soon find out that
somebody's steered EN- up against
stove. But l amt told you who they
was: they was old Sic EN- Foster and
his bunch of Saint STAINS, from over
to the House of Brains, and he was
buckin the other bunch of Saints
from over to the Crescent burg what
runs the Saint Aloysius College.
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Red, the family name of this game
is known as Football, but they
should be act of Congress what
would change it to somethin what
would fit it better for you have lit
tie use for your feet other than to
keep you in the runnin or maybe to
step on another guys hand or some
thin; for this game seems to be
played with the hands and brains
and what goat propensities that a
guy can command. | want to take a
jurat right now while I am about it
that these guys whats under the
command of Sic 'em Foster are all
some kin to Nannie's husband, old
man Bill. Red, you know that big
human mountain what they call
Jumbo Jaubert? Well, he belongs to
that Billy class, yes, do you know
that guy lowers that head of his and
massacres part of his own family?
Sure thing, it was his lii Bro. what
got in the way, and the medicos
found out that his collar button, no
/ mean his collar-bone, was broke.
Red, I want to wise you that this
aint no Pink Tea business.
We hadn't hardly made an i'm
preston on that mud lump what we
selected to oversee the gang on be-
fore / see guy with big 'S" on
his front go a tearin round the end
like fourteen Joneses was behind
him, he was going so fast that l
couldn't identify him So I turned to
a guy what was standing next to me
to ask-but Red, didn't have to ask
any fool questions, for the man on
my left was Harry Glover, and all
you had to do was to look at his
face and you saw who the boy was
what was running. I crossed over
to the other side for fear that the
said Harry might get little violent