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From: | Oliver Baker |
Subject: | [Bug-gne] rhetorical |
Date: | Thu, 10 Aug 2006 14:39:03 -0000 |
![]() Every day one hears everywhere reminiscences and
talk of the CivilWar.
But our final choice was LakeOwatawetness in the
mountains. The russet woods shiver in the moaningwind. This time Jones is determined
that when the engine starts hellkeep it started.
On this, all the Joneses and all the Smiths break
out into goodbyesagain. They had put up asort of arch for him to drive under, with a
motto Welcome You BigNut.
While there is still time, let us look about us to
the horizon.
The dead leaves have been swept upand
burnt.
I had a match in my other pantsyesterday, but I
left them at home.
IIStory of the Extraordinary BaitThis is a more
advanced form of fishing story. Once a year with unfailing regularity there comes
round a seasonknown as Autumn.
But the black valise apparently is clean gone. Each
study groupwas to take some topic under a special speaker and exhaust it. For
example, in spring there is supposed to be a tremendous gayetylet loose. Thereare
signs put up adjuring everybody to keep as quiet as possible. I could not help
saying to myself, I am now in the South. Others mightcome as friends but they
couldnt appear as Nuts.
What, asks the Guide Book, is more delightful than
theembarkation on an Atlantic voyage? It is an impression, Ibelieve, which all
travelers have noted in proportion as theyproceed south.
The typical Southerner is courteous,chivalrous,
with an old-world air about him. I could not help saying to myself, I am now in the
South. ButI disclaim all connection with that kind of thing.
It was a great sight the day we opened up the
convention.
So far we have never seenthem break their necks.
Even the beautiful big blue violets will soon be with us, at fivedollars a bunch.
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