Sumtime about the 20th ov August, more or less, when the moon iz
entering her seckond quarter, and the old kitchen klock haz struk twelve
midnite, git up and dres yureself, without making enny noize, and leave
the hous bi the bak door, and step lightly akross the yard, out into the
hiway, and turn tew yure right.
After going about haff a mile, take your fust left hand road, and when
yu cum tew a bridge, cross it, and go thru a pair ov bars on the right,
walk about two hundred yards in a south-east direckshun, and yu will cum
suddenly on a watermellon patch.
Pik out a good, dark-colored one, with the skin a leetle ruffish; be
kareful not to injure enny ov the vines by stepping on them; shoulder
the watermellon, and retrace yure steps, walking about twice az fast az
yu did when yu cum out.
Once in a while look over yure shoulder too see if the moon is all
right. When yu reach hum, bury the watermellon in the ha mow and slip
into bed, just as tho nothing had happened.
This is an old-fashioned, time-honored way, tew pik out a good
watermellon, just the way our fathers and grandfathers did it.
After yu hav et the watermellon tare up the resipee.
I am not anxious tew hav this resipee preserved, but i dont want it
forgotten.
One watermellon during yure life is enuff to pik out in this way.
Dont do it but jist once, and then be kind ov sorry for it afterwards.
Menny people will wonder and worry whare the moral cums in, in this
sketch, and it is hard tew tell; but i will venture to say that thare
aint a prominent moralist in Amerika but has picked out his watermellon
by this resipee, sumtime during his life, and will tell you that he
remembers favourably the spirit ov adventure that promted the
undertaking, and never kan forgit the sober sense ov shame that followed
it.