Judge — September 18, 1915 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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moment had arrived, and that upon him (as in some sense the host and entertainer) it devolved to stop this profitless inter- change. So he said: “ Aigs ez one thing, ’n’ some o’ yer chickins thet’s comin’ hum t’ roost ez another, Jehicl. D’ ye hev a good time, Ozias?” “Oh, so so, id Mr. Pike. “T went th’ Guvner’s recepshin.”” “Many thar?” asked Jchicl Slocum. Quite a passel drapped in,” replied “Th’ papers vair a goodly con- course o’ th’ Guv’ner’s friends. I sh'd jedge by th’ turnout 'n’ b’ th’ way they shook his han’, thet th’ Guv’ner ez well liked.” “He ez,” said Jehiel Slocum, “’n’ he will be, fer a spell yet. He hain’t passed out th’ jobs. Mebbe, when his term ez over he kin find a friend er two t’ help him to th’ deepo with ‘is satchil—I've knowd some on ’em tew be abil tew.” “Like ez not,” said Ozias. “Ennyways, I knowd 'im th’ minit I sot eyes ontew ’im. He wair th’ best lookin’ man en th’ room— all togged out en brass butti n’ gilt braid in’s ontew ‘is clothin’, j pooty ez a I sashayed right up t’ 'im, ’n’ I *, Guv’ner,’ sez I. ‘I’m proud t’ shake ye by th’ han’s, ’n’ I’m proud t’ hev voted fer ye.’ Name, please,’ says he, lookin’ kinder streaked. “*Ozias Pike,’ sez I, ‘fm Squantum, Dairymore Caounty, whar we give ye a big m'jor’ty,’ sez I. “*Guv'ner,’ he says, a-turnin’ Ua leetle runt uv a feller standin’ ‘longside o' ‘im, with jess ord’nary Sunday-go-t'-meetin’ clothes ontew ‘im, ‘Guv’ner, let me present Mr. Pike! “Wa-al, ye cud a knocked me daown with a feather! Thet feller with th’ buttins 'n’ th’ braid wa'n’t th’ Guv'ner ‘tall. Mil'U'ry ry, he wair, Jared sez, when he arriv’, later. * Guv'ner’s wife’s a good cook, L'll say thet fer her, ef 'e ain't any- though; thin’ great fer a looke “p’ hev suthin’ ’ cat?” asked Supervisor Snow, somewhat hungrily— the supervisor’s wife being reputed not to spe ¢ on creature comforts. “Suthin’ U eat?” said Ozias. “1 sh'd say we did! Suthin’ t’ drink, tew—off en a sideroom, et wair, but Jared he knowed whart’ find et, Pink leminade, ‘n’ lemme tell ye, Zoph, th’ Guv’ner’s lemins hain’t legiblee fer th’ Sons 0° Temp’rins! They wa’n’t but one thing t’ com- plain on. Mebbe ct’s airly fer pertaters en them parts, but ennyways they wuz dum leete raoun’ things, not much big- gern a mejumsized pea, ’n’ they'd roll offen yer knife th’ best ye cud manage ct. 1 tole th’ Guv’ner so, tew, day, when me ’n’ Jared called on’ *Dairymore unty,” I, ‘Guv’ner, ‘M admire U furnish ye with rale pertaters, with some size ontew 'em, like th’ m’jor’ty we give ye las’ fall.’ “*Dairymore Caounty,’ he sez, ‘kin allers SAUCE FOR THE GOOSE IS SAUCE FOR THE GANDER THE ANSWER IS IN THE DOG be relied on t? perjuce results. whether et’s pertaters er politi Humph!” exclaimed Jechiel Slocum, “Wisht he'd bear thet air en min’ when he’s shakin’ th’ plum tree. Sometimes, I git th’ idee thet th’ party’d be stronger en these parts ef et wa'n't quite s’ strong. Mebbe we'd orter mek ’em worrit; they're too dum sure on us.”” “Thet’s "baout what Jared telled him,” said Ozias. ‘Th’ Guv’ner, though, sez we must rely on principil instid 0° places.” “What did Jared say t’ that?” asked Deacon Soames. jared sez principil ez sustainin’ but in’t fillin’,”” said Mr. Pike. “’n’ then th’ Guv’ner up ‘n’ ast ‘im: *Haow ez my bills comin’ on en th’ Senit?’ ‘They're bein’ supported ez a matter o’ principil,’ sez Jared. ‘Wa-al,’ sez th’ Guv'ner, He'll sce, all right,” said Jehiel Slocum. “We'll shov ! D’rec’ prim’ries ain't yet took f'm th’ people th’ power t’ chastea negleckful sarvints!”” Del ce Simpkins now approached the group, with the missing checker board. Found it at las’, hev ye?” asked Deacon “Took ye a tarnation while. ar wair et? “Right whar ye left et, Deckin,” replied Deliverance Simpkins. “But I wisht t goodness ye'd ever leave et twict en th’ same place!” —Albert E. Hoyt.