The journal. (Caldwell, Ohio) 1934-1961, 1955-03-31


Well, purity soon, he opened the
door an we went in,
Right then, is when l thought
trouble was goin' to begin.
For Brother Charley's Mary, ur
and she said
Somethin' bout my hair still
bein' red
But not SO thick as it used to be
up on the top of my head.
Well, / jest held myself in tight
Fer i didn't want to start any
family fight.
So Mary salo: I jest had a feel
in or tidin'
Tn you folks would be comm
here a-ridin';
q" so, as a sort of beginner
got a chicken for our Sunday
dinner
Well, we mooched round and
gassed at will,
Then, set down to the table to
eat our fill.
Some wouldn't give Brother
Charley's woman a look,
But, believe me, Dan, she is
sure some cook.
I done my duty by takin' many
a second heppin'
Jest to keep a lot of good grub
from spilin'.
But, right after the meal
l snook out for a look at our
automobile.
While the wimmin was gassin'
and washin' the dishes,
l was fixin' fur travelin' to fur
off places.
I looked the car over, she had
plenty of lie,
An her engine looked good for
many annie.
She had nary q flat, plenty of
gas and heaps Of water,
She was ready to 60, jest like
d preachers daughter.
Then, l told them | knowed it
wasn't ta-tall perlite,
Eatin' and runnin' but we must
be home before night.
That l had to have me some rest
For, to barber, one had to be his
best.
1t didn't take long for US all to
Charley an Mary, they got no
children, that's why
So, Belle an me got in our
automobile,
All fixed to depart from Cum
berville.
I stepped on the starter,~ y then
give 'er goose,
Started in low, then give 'er the
juice.
For speed, I shifted to second,
Then shot 'er in high as I'd
reckOned.
We got goin' down the pike
a-rippin'
When / says, says I: Belle, we're
slippin'.
You're all purified up, and your
hair is curled,
We've still got time to see more
of the world
Well, this got from Belle a smile
That lasted nigh unto mile.
Putin off the pike at Three
Forks, I got muddled,
Was jest gitin' mite be-addled;
An Belle was lookin' some
harried.
Then, I recollected Mart Fogle
got married,
An to the best of my recollec-
ton,
Moved up in that direction.
Soon, on a mail-boX / seen Mart S
name
An we turned down his side
lane.
l seen him settin' out in the yard
under a apple tree,
An right at once l knoWed he
didn't know me.
So I up an I jumped, sayin';
Hello, pard!'
AS l landed in his front yard.
made out l didn't know him
So | says, says l: Where might
Mart Fogle be livin'?'
He shook his old sides laffln'
An he says, says he; I'm Mart!
Most folks know me in the
dark.
Then I says, says I: AN so do I!
Ever since you was knee-high!
Once you learned me to drive a
goat,
An the both of us tried to ride
a shote!
'Oh, hellp he bellered, ''If it amt
Grif MaGee!
Some one had best shoot mel
Him swearin' so loud
Didn't make his wife none proud
In a hammick she was sWingin'
slow
In 'er bare feet an wearin' calico.
But, / says, says /: Now, issen,
My woman amt stuck up or
nothin'.
/ know jest how you country
folks feel
Bout folks from town who has
a automobile.
Even tho I'm a barber and wear
store clothes
You're my friends and what |
says goes.
Then l hollered fer my woman
to git out,
An meet my good friends there
about.
Well, Dan, Belle come right in
a-hoppin';
Mart an his woman's eyes was
sure a-poppin'.
Fer Belle was all dolled up IN
her best Sunday dress,
An she looked dern good, / must
confess.
No, sir, Belle weren't no stuck-up
snob
Altho she had a MARCEL an the
latest hair bob.
She shuck hands with them
there country folks,