The sea coast echo. [volume] (Bay Saint Louis, Miss.) 1892-current, 1922-11-11
COLUMN DE BULL.
Crisp and Timely Comment on Cur
rent Topics Of Local
Interest.
BY FULLER BULL, of Bay St. Louis


Crepe, Prunella, plenty Crepe, the
kind that looks awful black an hangs
low down, the kind that carries a
weep in every thread an moan IN
the hem.
The foresaid funeral rags is for
that which transpired in this burg
last Satdy, when a big storm broke
outa the Southwest an come near
washin' all the grounds outa the cof-
fee bag.
The which was all out at College
Park an to explain we will say to the
viz: The Rock-A- -Chaws got tangled
up with football crowd what sport
the moniker of Sou'western Institute,
an average 188 lbs. of uncooked
BEEF to the square inch, one piece
castings, valve-in- head, an harveyized
jackets an eject. Well, Bo, they
were here, so our spunky lii $50 ID.
Rock-A-Chaw hadn't nothin' to do
but tackle 'em. You can bet your
next dinner them Rocks amt gointa
show the white plume even though
the opposition weighs ton. Any
how, they hoped to it with all they
had in the can an made it as inter-
estin' as possible for the gang what
held big Loyola to a 9 to score.
When we saw that red streak come
out on the grid, well, we wondered
HOW MUCH the damage was gointa
be, an when it was all over, an the
concert ended with a score of IA to
nit, we wondered how we did it, an
we felt better.
Our opinion is: Them Rock-A-
Chaws deserve heluva lotta credit for
what they DID DO, an we're proud
of 'em with a capital P.
The way they lit inta that red line
was caution to snakes, an showed
the kinda mettle they're made outa.
Butt does seem to US that
when schedules an such things ARE
made by the Grand Gyasticutis of the
House O'Brains, some Ill matter OF
HEFT an all that stuff had oughta
be reckoned bit, eh? Give them
lads some guys of their OWN HEFT
or maybe DONATE few pounds, an
We'll underwrite 'em to lick the day
lights outa most any old thing or set
of things. Give 'em a halfa chance,
Prexy.
X
Didia notice the buncha % young
an fair over in the Southeast? An
didia get hep to the REAL PEP what
emanated therefrom, Ell? Well
we're here to tell you them beauts
was all to the tobasco with they Rahs
an elects; doggone, it would be
happy death to pass off to the tune
them james sing, I'm tellln' you.
They made that End string of S. s. &.
rooters look like a 15ct. steak at a
Barbecue, an we wanta hand it out
to 'em on a shiny platter. Go to it,
girls, you're ALL othe candy, We'll
tell the spawned world.
While the happiness is passin'
round let's reach out an grab the
mitt of Gen. Claiborne Andrews, the
Referee of the game.
When it comes to Referee-ln', well
that bird got 'em all backed off'n the
boards to a fare-t -thee-well an is in
the race ALL by himself; he knows
all of the where's hows an whens,
an if theys any loose dirt layln'
round he grabs that, too. We sam
him 90 in all dolled up in white, an
we saw him when he come under the
wire with bout 'steen lbs. mother
earth wrapped round his phiz, bout
the only part of the man you could
lamp was that smile he's got stran-
gle hold on.
Mr.. Andrews, we hand it over to
you.
X y
Next Sun. we run foula the Audu-
hons of the crescent burg for a quar-
ters, an we're gointa try our dernd-
est to take the bird-catchers' meas
ure. -,
Gettin' any kinda even break, we IL
smoke 'em thru, or know why.
Let's hope they won't bear down
so heavy an hard on the scales.