mind of somethin' what happened down
hum on the last day of school. You see the
school teacher got all the big boys and the
big girls, and the boys they read essays and
the girls recited poetry. One of the Skinner
girls recited a piece that sooted me fust rate.
Neer as I kin remember it went somethin'
like this:

How nice to hear the bumble-bee
When you go out a fishin',
But if you happen to sot down on him,
He'll spoil your disposition.


I liked that; thar wuz somethin' so
touchin' about it. Then the school teacher
he got all the girls in the 'stronomy class and
he dressed them up to represent the different
kinds of planits. He had one girl to represent
the sun--she wuz red-headed; and another
one to represent the moon, and another
one fer Mars, and another one fer Jerupetir,
and it looked mighty fine, and everythin'
wuz a gettin' along fust rate 'til old Jim
Lawson 'lowed he could make an improvement
on it; so he went out and got a colord
girl, and he wanted to sot her between the
sun and the moon and make an eklips. And
as usual he busted up the whole doin's.