My Father’s Idear
Wilst participateing in the lordly viands my father halled out his map
and give it the up and down.
Look at here he said at lenth they seams to be a choice of 2 main roads
between here and Syracuse but 1 of them gos way up north to Oswego
wilst the other gos way south to Geneva where as Syracuse is strate
east from here you might say so it looks to me like we would save both
millage and time if we was to drive strate east through Lyons the way
the railway gos.
Well I dont want to ride on the ties said my mother with a loud cough.
Well you dont half to because they seams to be a little road that gos
strate through replid my father removeing a flys cadaver from the
costly farina.
Well you would better stick to the main roads said my mother tacklessly.
Well you would better stick to your own business replid my father with
a pungent glance.
Soon my father had payed the check and gave the waiter a lordly bribe
and once more we sprang into the machine and was on our way. The lease
said about the results of my fathers grate idear the soonest mended
in a word it turned out to be a holycost of the first water as after
we had covered miles and miles of ribald roads we suddenly come to a
abrupt conclusion vs the side of a stagnant freight train that was
stone deef to honks. My father set there for nerly ½ a hour reciteing
the 4 Horses of the Apoplex in a under tone but finley my mother
mustard up her curage and said affectedly why dont we turn around and
go back somewheres. I cant spell what my father replid.
At lenth my old man decided that Lyons wouldnt never come to Mahomet if
we set it out on the same lines all winter so we backed up and turned
around and retraced 4 miles of shell holes and finley reached our
objective by way of Detour.
Puling up in front of a garage my father beckoned to a dirty mechanic.
[Illustration: _The Dirty Mechanic_]
How do we get to Syracuse from here arsked my father blushing
furiously.
Go strate south to Geneva and then east to Syracuse replid the dirty
mechanic with a loud cough.
Isnt there no short cut arsked my father.
Go strate south to Geneva and then east to Syracuse replid the dirty
mechanic.
You see daddy we go to Geneva after all I said brokenly but luckly
for my piece of mind my father dont beleive in corporeal punishment a
specially in front of Lyons peaple.
Soon we was on a fine road and nothing more hapened till we puled into
Syracuse at 7 that evening and as for the conversation that changed
hands in the car between Lyons and Syracuse you could stick it in a day
message and send it for 30 cents.