BARNEY.

Dere Julie:

Skinny and me has at last burgled our way into society. You know

derie, that what I know about the highbrow stuff would fill a book,

and what Skinny don't know would fill a library.

Believe you me derie, you needn't get jelous for I would just as

soon get chummy with a flivver as I would with this bunch of "Janes"

who put us on exhibition, for that was exactly what we wuz in their

eyes--freeks on exhibition.

It happened like this: Lady Blue Jeans Shoddy or some name like that

was givin an afternoon funkshun (I'm quotin from the invite so I can'

tell you what it means derie) fer charity and a lot of our company was

invited to come, admission free--tickets fifty cents. Anyhow it was

a lecture by Lord Somebody for the benefit of Lord knows what; the

nearest I could make out it was a spiel on "Do married men make the

best husbands." I'd like to tell you how I enjoyed the talk--but I

don't use that kind of language; anyhow I'll lay a small peece of

change that this bird knew less about what he was trying to talk about

than you could drive into a turkey gobbler with a peggin' awl. I give

in tho, that he was a brave cuss; anybody who stood up and shot "bull"

like he did for two solid hours, must have been brave. Everytime I

looked at him I thought of that ol saw "Faint heart never kissed the

chamber maid." When he finished everyone in the audience was "out"

exceptin an ol maid who was trying to send him a love message by eye

wireless.

After his batteries went dead on him we was invited to eat. It wuz the

first time I ever eat out in company with Skinny, and believe you me,

Julie, it'll be the last time while I am conscious. I'm not going to

try to tell you of all his breeches of etiket 'twould take too long,

but he pulled one that was a beaut. He kept mixing honey with his

peas; I kep kicking him under the table, and finally I got a chanct to

whisper "What in h---- was he doin that for?" He whispers back "How am

I gonna make 'em stay on my knife if I dont mix 'em with sumpin."

Yours until country bording houses quit using canned vegtabils.

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