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About The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current | View Entire Issue (Jan. 25, 1939)
H H H i 1 Ir B ft ■ st- r : i IfiV l| V; ii ) t f {lij .... I t' I Ir f . Illl oestoltie M 04 mg V Ul 11 «r r > i Y r vl :> in foe nnqinal language of ta;ar Zachary K *2 i *i * 1 ■ ,.. [ It in't ofeh dK*rt me n* Rufe itet* ta roamin' round the country, but thi« here ^me, u# bofe decided ta liave ^ home n* aee what hind a world w«* wux litin* in. I . -i » We left one mornin' nir on ta six ) o'clock n* started fur Coon Creek. Thet* the furthurst place we hed ever been. Ah wux very happy bout it all, j but Rufe wux kinda blue. Y* aee he wux a courtin' Sadie Mae *' wen a fella's been a courtin’ the way he hed. hit* shore must t*- awful ta leave. Sw .L i jest tryed ta chearihim up by tellin’ . him bout the me n* OHie wux ketched a courtin'; I like M tell about hit cux hit shore wus fun. The courtin’ port j mean. Her pappy. yuz> a purtty fella V»* wen he'cum upon us ihf dourtin' i tryed U tell him twarnt nothin’ but a friendly jesture n' ahor.» ouff tbet ole do^ dont hunt. Hit all blowed over tho’ wen her pappy sent her back ta the first grade. Well like i sed. we wux hedin* fer Coon Obek. We grot thar bout sun down n'. by „thet time Rufe wux a feelin* totter. Thet pore fella shorn suffered fer a spell tho*. Ever time t - woud say somethin’ bout home he would git thet fer away look in his eyes. So i jest quit a talkin' b*ut hit n’ we bofe begin ta tak bout trot We wux agohna du wen we made our fortunes. • ; 1 tole Rufe 1 wux agonna be one ^ them thar scule teachers, ya kno^ji them folks jest sit back n* count the|r money, a* write new books no's th«}y can make more .ta count. Hit is jest s shame, but thar shore- must Ik* Kumthin' ta hit all. Rufe wux always a honin’ ta be one a them thar gpy* emewers. Course now he ain't never need hne n’ neither heve i, but we shore heve ben bearin' bout them people Jiere lately. They say ya gits ta live in a place bout twicet the sixe a unklc Zekes* barn, i don't believe hit cus thar ain't nuthin' thet big. N' to you gits all the vittlen ya want ta eat. i h jest ^ i theta^ all Rufe ;#gnta, plenty U eat. a IL , By the* time Rufe hed toU* me all bout hi* plans to be a < govemewet we wus rested, so i says 1 let* go, n* we went over the Crsek : n* off inter the wikdernuss. • Come’ high noon we ».^rux gettin* purtty j tuckered n’ wux gonna He down wen all of a sudden like we cum upon a biy houhe fu^ a light* Rufe wux ‘always kurinus np<wwnt ta look * inside. Now folks fll tell ya, til ipy . dicing day i want foigtt wat we seer. Hit were the gosh awful lest thing i :* ever heered tell.cf. We kinda nnuck up ta the winder u? peered in. n’ thar they wux. a carrin’ oa sumthin’ awful, kickin' thar heels n’ klappin’ thar hands n* i don’t know wat all. Hit were a scandal, i wux so interested in wat they wux doin’ thet i cum near getter’ the life scared out X nse. This here critter cum clo* ta the winder n’ peered out. Hit wtar x gal j culd see thet, but she bed been painted up sumthia* awful n* he> hair wuz done up |ak ma does hem’ •jest tdrm she bilu*s thet Saturday Mtt dunk. Now «f you don’t think i didn't run, wal hit tooU Rufe five minutes ta ketch |n»el He tole m<* thet they hed inveited U see the- cele-l>iachun n’ { wrent hsick jest ta. look, j They wux awftil nice people, they tole us we could eat all we wanted. 1 jeat let Rufe go tder they sed tht t cux wen they* vittles to be hed. thar jest ain't no holin' Rufe. Then i begin to look aroudd the plhoe. t wu^. gettin’ kinda ku k is ihdut wat all asked, *' you shore liyer wen they tole r of the govern • Rufe cum back a fun' ikinute* lat. n* sed thet they wasn’t nuthin* ta eat. i tole him he wux Udu-d m tfu haid, cux i knowod them folks wouldn't ast us ta pat n’ not heve nuthin*. i this wux for so could* fried ma me hit wus in hpi wer. 10 - } J' \ hed ta take Rufos* hat offen his haid. he jest aint got no manners. N' we wont a lookin’ fur the vittles. Wei folks i jest shout hain’t got the heart ta think bout the rest of this beer story.^ Me n’ Rufe searched pfcfc. n' low fur sum vittles but we jest couldn’t even git a anif a possum HM talers. After a spell i says ta Rufe. let’s In an watch them kick at eacit other fur a while. We did thet fur a while and then we got tired. We wu/. jest gettin’ ready ta go wen we heered the banshee wail, thet* wat hit sound- ed lak. i looked up the stairs n’ shore nuff hit war a banshee a cornin' down the Wooden pole thet winds up stairs. Wei i knew Rufe would he s runnin* lak mad + i jest struck out. i didn’t know war else ta go but sonv« so horn.* i went. Rufe was already tiar n* hed his feudin' gun on hts shoulder reddy fur the banshee, but we didn’t ever see hit again. Which wux all ite with us cux them hanshiM) things kin be awful mean. The only thing i ain’t never hed tho ht*stt ta do. wux ta tell Rufe just wn»* W w ux at thet nit*. Hits been a long time since, but Rufe is a atill honin' ta be a govemoweir. He is hed of the genet al sU»r now h* wen i wux over thar the other day, well bout a month ago i seed he hed a new kind of flour, ’i can’t quite recolect war i seen thet sack afore, but peers to be mighty famila sum how. Wei I guess. i hod better go now. otic of them varmint* thet calls them selves Fosters sed he heered ms lT' an pappy a snorin' bar fashun n’ thet meahs we he* us another feud. The furst one in nigh on two week*. Hit shore is gettin’ peaceful round Mohr, i been a hankerin' ta go ha k ta thet oelebrachun. Hit shore was the stuff, even ef hit war fulla ban- shcoa. THE ‘BATTALION