| page_0005sell and the N. Yorker hollerd
right out I will get the
law after you you
pinheaded Dutchman
And the Dutchman puffed
on his pipe again and
he stood up and looked
as if he was going to hit
the N. Yorker right
in the middle of the
stomach and the Dutchman
said you look [over?] that
I don't hit you wit dis pin-
head in der middle of the
stommic. and he siced
the dog on the N. Yorker
and the dog chased the
N. Yorker a long way.
I wish every dutchman
would do that to some
of those stuck up New Yorkers.
Jim wade makes me
laugh. When he was
up here mending carpet
he was talking about
his fine all wool sweater
that his brother made
him. He was bragging
of what fine underware
which his nephew
had sent him but he
said this in earnest
Why I cant ware them
you know, Why If
I wore them I would
have to take all my
clothes off at night
and pull them on in
the morning. I nearly
split laughing but he
didnt hear me, you
bet. I wont wright
any more because
I want to read
Sat. Jan, 27, 1917
Bright and Fair in the
morning but cold and
windy at night. I went
[down?] to snookems | page_0005sell and the N. Yorker hollerd
right out I will get the
law after you you
pinheaded Dutchman
And the Dutchman puffed
on his pipe again and
he stood up and looked
as if he was going to hit
the N. Yorker right
in the middle of the
stomach and the Dutchman
said you look [over?] that
I don't hit you wit dis pin-
head in der middle of the
stommic. and he siced
the dog on the N. Yorker
and the dog chased the
N. Yorker a long way.
I wish every dutchman
would do that to some
of those stuck up New Yorkers.
Jim wade makes me
laugh. When he was
up here mending carpet
he was talking about
his fine all wool sweater
that his brother made
him. He was bragging
of what fine underware
which his nephew
had sent him but he
said this in earnest
Why I cant ware them
you know, Why If
I wore them I would
have to take all my
clothes off at night
and pull them on in
the morning. I nearly
split laughing but he
didnt hear me, you
bet. I wont wright
any more because
I want to read
Sat. Jan, 27, 1917
Bright and Fair in the
morning but cold and
windy at night. I went
[down?] to snookems |
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