Life — September 28, 1928 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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SRBERRR TR ASRARE II Pose BRR Fe 35 e RSE noe SKIPPY’S é LETTERS By Percy L. Crosby Dear Sooky: Here it is Thursday, Friday, Sat- urday, Sunday an Monday an I ain’t got so much as a satin postcard from Carol. All that time I've been countin my fin- gers over an they're still ten, So 1 makes up my mind to forget all about her an lose myself in the woods back of the house. So I walk down by the brook an so help me if the whole place ain’t singin love. U watched two dragon flies hoppin from tock to rock an all around the trees. The man dragon fly had a very bright green pair of pants on, but the lady dragon fly didn't care for green, I guess, an off she goes with a dragon fly with the dirtiest brown pants you ever saw. Then I get to thinkin of that new guy that lives next door to Carol. 1 never seen him yet that he didn’t have a brown suit on. Then I tried to get my, mind off it an Hooked at some ants. One little ant was carryin a great big spider home for sup- per. Maybe he thought he was a fisher- man cartin home an octopus. Ants is very dumb anyway. Then I got to thinkin of spiders so I watched one makin a web. But it only made me think of the lace curtains we was goin to have in our house an I just couldn’t stand it one more min- ute, so off comes me shoes an stockins an I paddle around in the brook. I was havin a lot of fun but it made me think I was in a bathtub so I puts on me shoes an stockins an decides to go down to the general store an buy Carol somethin an maybe that way I could scurry up some word from her. I'm beginnin to think she don’t love me back any more. When a guy hasn't anybody to play with, you begin to feel it. I wouldn't care if there was some fellows or somethin, but no, sir, just animals down here an the hired man. I borrowed fifteen cents outa the Sun- day school barrel an bought a string of blue beads with it. But I showed ‘em to Aunt Emily an she said it ain’t proper to give jewelry to a girl. So I cut ‘em up an had the chickens hoppin around all afternoon, flippin ‘em with the bean- shooter. Well, all the beads is gone an I happen to remember of a picture Carol gave me. Only it was of the whole class, so when Aunt Emily isn’t lookin I cop a lot of beauty spots off her bureau an paste “em all over the other faces. I was so busy doin this that I found the only face I didn’t paste up was Lizzie Krausmeyer’s an it took me all afternoon liftin up the corners again, tryin to find Carol. I don’t know whether I found her or not cause they all came up fuzzy with no faces on at all. Then I begin to wonder how Carol would look with white hair an I won- dered if she had white hair an wrinkles all over her face would I like her? I don’t know—yes, I would, too! But sometimes I hate her for not sendin a postcard. No I don’t neither! Oh, Love's a funny busi- ness! Will you do me a favor but don’t tell anybody? Ask her, an don’t say I asked you, who she loves best—that guy with the brown suit, or me, or maybe somebod else? An if she don't love me, don’t tell me cause I don’t want to know. Ask your old lady to get out the dream book an see what this dream means be- cause if it means what I think it means, I'll be skatin on velvet the rest of me life. I couldn't close me eyes all last night, see, Sook, cause I got to thinkin so much about love. Then before I knew it—zingo! I bats out a little slumber. First I finds that I'm in a great big blue space. Then all of a sudden a long road as bright as silver plunks up against my feet. I never felt so happy before—I wanted to sing but I couldn't cause I was listenin, an this is crazy as a derby full o fleas, but it seemed as if all the music in the world was playin inside me, but how could I be all the world? I ain't big enough for that. I was even thinkin that in the dream. I kept walkin along the road an then I skidded to the right an you coulda knocked me dead cause the first time that I noticed, there was a road runnin parallel to the one I was on, an it came to a junction, an there is Carol. I couldn't say nothin cause all the music went from me to her an I thought at the time, maybe I'm her an she’s me. It was awful funny —we just sorta came together natural. There wasn't any place to go but just one road right from the fork. I didn’t know what to do so I hesitated, but she takes hold of me an we go arm in arm on the one road. It was the first time I could find me tongue so I asks her what road is this. “Well,” she says, “this is the road to happiness.” An I says, “How do you know?” So she says, “Cause we're on a great big tuning fork an while we're to- gether we're helping to make harmony ‘or the Universe.” I said, “You never sent me a postcard, what's the big idea?” Then, zippo! I dreamt I was a fly bein stirred up in a bowl of milk an I got dizzier an dizzier. Darned if I can re- member the rest— So see what the dream means an if it ain't any good I'll dream it over again to- night maybe, but I must remember not to make a crack about that postcard. Affectionately sincere, comicbooks.com