The sea coast echo. [volume] (Bay Saint Louis, Miss.) 1892-current, 1921-07-02
FULLER BULL WRITES RED HO-
GAN ABOUT HIS VISIT
TO GREENVILLE.
Mr.. Red Hogan,

| duOptiu LOT d Lew udyS III tue Ao.
| what has left US when the beautiful
Spring said her farewell This Vile
| is all to the romance, Red, they mic
| named her Greenville some few de-
cades ago but I'll tell the cockeyed
| world that she don't show no signs of
| decay, now, except for a few over
ripe bananas what people refuse to
pay Esquimo prices for In any old
burg, let alone this one. Say, Red, if
| was one of them poet fellers what
knows how to dress up scenery sett-
IN suns and the otherwises in fairy
word garbs-why, bo, I'd fix up that
G'vllle spot shose all of them Goth
emites from the Big Burg would
crowd the limited in order to get a
peek at the show joint don't see
why the c.. G. don't hire one of them
kind poet ducks to issue his quacks
in the regards to advertizin' what
the strange people want to get hep
to. 0, Miss Sally, why go to Swltz-
erland! But Red, / amt jerry to
that buzz, SO all l can hum to you is
few words to the viz: She's anchor
ed right ON the eleventh rib of the
old Missipp (only thing saved her
from bein' in Arkansaw is that river)
and dern well anchored, too, bo, her
location is-measuring by water
(everythin' is measured by that dern
stuff these days. is about 600 miles
per from that place what Martin
Berhman thought belonged to him
So long; and her shape is yet to be
determined-but bo, she has some
lovely swell spots. I'll pause to re-
mark, and say, Red, her streets must
of all been imported from gay Paree,
theys more like Bullyvards then ordi-
nary streets. i knowed that as soon
as | set my glims on them-cant fool
yer Uuncle Fuller when it comes to
imported stuff, bo! Yes, them
streets is all to the area, bo, and /
know they'de be wide enough to en-
tertain Jan McGraw and his whole
bunch in Spring Practices.
And, them trees, Red, why l kind
ly remarked to slowed-down native
that G'ville was certainly all to the
shade; "Yas, boss, y'see it war dissa-
way dat US come by all dem fine
trees; dar come gemmen oncet up
frum Memphis way, an he tole dat
Mayor gemmen wat wuz runnln' the
town, dat G'ville wuZ mitey fine
place an had some location, but he
bleved dat Memphis had a shade de
better O. hit; den, boss doan yu know
DAT sho started up one more hornets
ness, yas Stree, hit did; dat Mayor
genlmen gifts out way day calls one
oh dem proctamations an calls up a
high mass meetin' fo de very next da
and well, sir, boss, all de people goes
and dat Mayor gemmen gifts cherry
ON, Dick and Jimmy to plantin' shade
trees, den arter day wuz all In de
groun he lows: Doggon, Memphis, no
how, day can't git bess oh US fellers.
Yas sir, Cap, an dat shade bin a
CROWN eber day since, till you see
wat she is today, yas, sir, thank ye,
sir, boss"
Say bo, I'll risk guess that one
of these kind of shade-plantin' fits
would be a dern good tonic for this
Bay burg tool wonder if we could
weave that kind of thought into the
Webb. here.
Well, howthesoever, Red, lets get
back to G'ville before | use up all the
space that Charley will allow me. 1t
is to the thus: Our bunch of Caseys
arrived there about II of the mid
night or in the vicinity thereof and
We found some of the OWs was there
to give US the glad mit-they tell me
them folks have got regular COM
mittee what meets these trains with
a yearly average of 100 per cent III
popularity-not with themselves,
they were there to the Ok and they
Red | mean with Gen. Public, well,
handed our push the keys to both
the Vile and the Hotel and told US
that the concensus of opinion in the
town was that we be allowed to GO
TO 1T, and say, Bo, I'M the little
robin what tells you that we didn't
| need no engraved invite-we went to
it, This convention (not no Jlt-
drivers Red) was all to the ruby be-
| fore the Sun got into action, and she
kept up that pace conventionln' for
several days till all the phonos in de
town got to playing Casey in town
and these Greenvilliahs jazzed all
over the lot putin US jerry to their
feelings of welcome, yes, and Red,
you got to put more letters to the
| word if you are trying to make II
| fit with the way them birds hand 1t
out to you.
Well, bo, must admit it: Pm Su-
sic on that burg, and If l ever trans
| port my fathers child to any other
vicinity, take it from Fuller, it's go
| in to be that Greenville joint for me.
Why, Red, everybody gets along fine
I'd there except the shoemaker, and
| that's on account of all the people
ownin jits of their own-they hain't
/ much on the hike. | met some Shin
finders up there, too, Red, yes, the
| Irish can be found any old where,
y'know, and they amt nobody going
to sleep on the job, and its fine old
| place and the Mes have it, and SO
| she carried.
| could tell you whole Vol. about
| the speedways and the etceteras but
that Teller what runs the LlnnIe-type
gets a Cut-corner feelin' every once
in a while and may slice my sig, SO
bo. lets shake for while, and don''
/ forget If you come down the old Mis-
i sippi at any time when your gllm'
i spot a, burg what looks to have
4 double dish of glory on her table
why you just jump off the raft ant
|, | soon as they find out that you're {
i Casey they'll ease all the troubles
| you ever heard of.
/ And, Red, when they come up an'