FOR THE CHILDREN.

Gisborne Times, Volume XXVII, Issue 2574, 7 August 1909, Page 4 (Supplement)

FOR THE CHILDREN.

SHORT LETTERS OF A SMALL BOY. (By Paul West, in “Everybody’s Ma-gazine.”) (Continued from last Saturday.) Hello' Gorge. Mo “ daJ wel I didont send the letter I rote Sunday becawse 1 coodent get a stamp and to-day ] went to school so I w ; I tell you about it. I sod I woodent ]:ke it and I dident. Tho teecher’s mmi is old Mitchell and she as read Lai<* v el she sed the minnit she saw me, »<-. you arc the nttel boy I hav held sc mutch about. Hum. wel you had better ta;k a seat rite bcarTm my platform untill I. can find out if you aro as black as you hav bin painted. I wood like to kno who told her about that, you kno Gorge tho day we plaid minstrulls and I blacked up with that stuff in the bottel and it was paint and I coodent go out for a woke. I don’t see* what that had got to do with whare I sat, but old Mitchell Is the mcne thing all rite. .

So I sat on tho platform and you coodent hav anny fun up thare becawse Myrtle Miller she is the monnitor she can see evverything you do and tells, i ou will see by this that they are girls in this school., darn them.

But I was all rite excep when Jocko, .you kno Gorge he’s my dog, did von ask yore mother if you cood hav 'him, 0 no, of coarse not, you dident get that letter yet. Wel anny way, Jocko must of missed me becawse lie came to the school bowse dore and D-wito was looking out of the nvindoe and saw him, and Jocko began scratching at the dore and old Mitchell sed who is thare, and Dwite sed plese I think it is somoboddy for Sammy Torrey and old Mitchell opened the dore and Jocko came rite in and nocked old Mitchell down and- ran' Up oil the platform and licked my faice i he was so glad to kc-o me. j Wel old Mitchell blaimed me of coarse j when it was Dwite that let him in, but j I clont care, becawse Dwite is all rite, j he dident liiene to do anny thing mono, 1 and be showed me how home fy9 r a. w-noci. Say Gorge you want to try it. it is esey. All you do is taik a peace Pf sope, anny sope will do, aha c-fce a littel and it majks you sick and the teecher sez merciful hewccg how pail that boy is, perhaps he ig catching something go hoam at onse and tel yore mother to get the doctor iminedutiy. so I did, and she cent Dwite to seo that I got hoa.ni all rite. wel I wasent- sick Terry long and my mother let- me play in tho yard and Dwite came over to see how I was, and just then a man came along our strete and ho was giving out handbills, they sed, Uncle Tom’s Cabbin, town hall tonite, come one come all 10 sents children free, and Dwite sed are we children, and the man sod, no you are boys and must pay, but if you will march in tho strete parade you can go in free. so we went with him, and he gave us too ellogint red cotes, they must of cost a lot of monney, they was all trimed with gold only it- was kind of old, but hvito sed that was becawse they was battle cotes and probly they had bin in some war, I gues it was injuns, becawse they had a nawful funny smel. They was a litt-el too big for us, bat the'man roled up our sieves and then he gave each of us a blood hound to lede.

The man sed they was reel blood- - hounds and wood of et us up only we ■ had the red cotes on so they knew we was part of the parade. Wei, Gorge, it was beautiful]. They was a cullurd lady, she was the silliest thing you ewer saw, her naim was Topsy, and they was a funny man his naim was Marx, you wood of died laffing to see him, and a nold cullurd man naimed Uncle Tom. Dwite sed he wood die in the show but he didn’t look verry sick. But the prittieet part was a littel girl naimed littel Eva, she rode on a waggon and it sed on it this ellegint brass bed that littel Eva will die on in theshow is furnished by Pringle’s furnichoor stoar. .And Mister Pringle he wanted to walk longside the waggon to. see lie got his bed.back all right, so man sed he cood if he wood put on ti - red cote, so Mister Pringle did and he looked fine.

Wei, the band came furst, then littel Eva and uncle Tom and the rest and then us, thay was Eddie Rooney andsome of his brothers, lie has ten, and Dwite and me, and we all had bloodhounds, and say Gorge, it jvas grand.. We went all over towne and evveryboddy cheered us and the other boys dident dare fire rocks at us or we wood of set the bloodhounds' on them, and. Uncle Walter he saw us and yelled three, cheers for the heroes, and it* was like going to war. But all of a sudden Dwite .sed darn, it Sam, they are going to tern down our strete, Park strete you kno Gorge.. And they did, and my mother came outon our piazza to see what it was, and* I tried to sneek down inside my redcote, but she saw me. and she yelled! Sam you talk off that filthy red coto and come rite in hear this rninnit, how do you kno who's bin waring it? So I did.*

And my mother maid me taik a bath, even if it was only Monday, and I cant go out tc the show. Dwite is going, be just went bv our bowse and whistled.

But I am going to get even. T —*-r ' not • gOiilg to do my lessons to- L ' s | rr maik beleeve and redo T „ --tuteonlj and the Younger Bo**. 'f VJi ? le James if they aint bet* to"* 1 * ou jeT to run Pred j. rn ° am J re , u strong is too-, and r? going IQ * ne vossemitv vally, or join Jessie gang, they* need all good men ' a]K | *rue.~ ] guess I wil wate t;,l I. my f} o bert riffle 22. You can c °'Yo Gorge.

so no more for this time, yore afr. cous. SAMUEL TORREY, jr. p. s.Dont forget to ask yore mother if you can kept a clou. Jocko you kno Gorge.