Love Letters of a Rookie to Julie by Barney Stone
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BARNEY.
P.S. Keep offen indoor sports, fur none of 'em has got sense enuff to know when to go home. [Illustration: Skinny wouldn't giv 25 cts. to see the Statue of Liberty do th' hoo-cha-ma-coochy] Dere Julie, We have caught up with the Spanish influenzy--not influence! as there ain't no sich thing in the world as Spanish influence. The disease is not confined to Spanish people. It hit Skinny and he speaks Spanish with an Irish accent, and has never been nearer Madrid than a Spanish omelet made in Hoboken. You're nose gets as red as a rear light on an automobile or the beak of a Park Row panhandler. Your knees knock together like a man who sees a collector for an installment house. The only things it don't attack is your corns. They should rename it mucilage flu because it certainly is a sticker; you have as much pep as an Ingersol watch with the main spring on a two weeks vacation; but cheer up derie, there ain't goin to be any job fer any undertaker. No foreman fur a funeral is gonna say "All those desirin to kiss the corpse, will please pass up this aisle and go down the other." Not for a while I hope; which reminds me of that time you and me went to the revival meetin in Carnarsie. Remember that Julie? You know the time the undertaker put |
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