LITTLE BOBBY'S ESSAY ON SUMMER.

Otago Witness, Issue 2690, 4 October 1905, Page 90

LITTLE BOBBY'S ESSAY ON SUMMER.

By Wm. E. Kirk.

Summer is hear at last, you can heer the robins ringing in the early morning-, & you can heer the other birds singing during the nits oa Broadway, if you listen cloase. „1 -2. 1 like tlis summer very much, beekause it i« then that all Nature is m blume, but iv Kew York you have to pay all Nature 1.-ritty goccl munny for being in blume. In, fact,' nothing blumes very much in this grate & glorious city unless you have tlie doe to pay for sed blume. cum with me k I will show you ottr lpvtly city the way it looks in summer, -as W3 walk clown the street we see all .the actors who have just finished a fine season, thay may be broak, but it was a fine season jest the same, & thay had enuff left to buy a nise summer suit and a mccl ticket on the Eialto. further on- we have the big ottomobeel which hoaids 20 (twenty) suckers, count them. thay thiuk they are seeing N«wYork, but thay are not. beekause I won't out & taw New York myself, & an ottomobeel is too big to go into the reel nise places. on the front sect of the ottoiao,- ' beel is a man who tells the peeple all he knows about the town, & that; ain't aiiy gcografy "Hear," he tells them, "we have i,hc fiatiron building, tlie wind blows Vary haid heer, look, out,' gurlp!" thon he cums to torn Shavky's saloon, & Ik> says, " hear is bishup Potter's saloon', the only place in the city whare they don'fc give rain checks with soft drinks." then thay conic to the bowery, & the man says "Hear wo have Fifth' .rvenoo, it dban'fc look vary swell to-day beekause the swell people are all out of town jest now, those peeple you see with' big iioases are the foaks that lend the v . swell people munny." no, dear reeders, you can't see much of New York in an ottomobeel. tie your otto outside & go in, that's tho way.

but i was tolling about summer, wasn't i? this is the time of yeer when the boys that sell nearsUk git iharo vaeashun, & thay go to sum nise watering place -to spend thare time, poor things, that is about all they liavo to spend. I went to one of them places last Sunday, thare were lota of pritty gurls thare, & sum of them clerks I was telling about. i herd a clerk talking to a pritty gurl, & he ged to her, Well, I love you & i will throw my fortune at yure feet, & she sed, Throw ifc then. I doan't think it, wud hurt my feet if it lit on my cones. then I laffed, beekause 1 saw his envelop tho wsak b-efoar, when he got his pay, & it sed on the outside, "Percy Smythe, 6 dollars.''

i tell you, gurls, doan't beleevo things you heer about a fortune beeing thrown at yure feet i.ntil you can stoop down & count the rummy.

another nise thing about the summer is the hoarse races at tracks, you can save up all the muumy that you spend in winter for coal, & bet it on Sweet Sixteen, out of ilaud Muller, then after the race you ca-a laff a little to show you are a goodl loser. then you can say a joak like "Well, Sweet Sixteen is out tof Maud Muller & 1 am ouL of my head to be losing money on races.

last tuesday i went out to the track, & i saw a feller, thay toald me- his name was Tout. he scd bet on Laffing Water, she is sure to win." & i sed " Indeed?" & ho said sure, so i bet all i had with me, & when the race was over the bookmaker had my doe. racing is grate fun.

best of all, tho, about summer is the deer Intel gurls at tho summer resorts, thay look so sAvete in thare white dresses & thay always keep cool bcekause thay newer do any thinking or worrying. i n-et ono of these gurls and wo took a stroll under the summer ruoon, & the said "I wish 3011 was a littel olcl?r & tallev thon. you could be my hero." & 1 seel " Woll, if i was older & taller i wuden't be fooling around hoar, i wud go to Atlantic City & win a rich widow & spend my days in reace & cumfert." of course i dident mean it. i =hall nemer many for numny i ain't lucky omift' for that, how doer to my hart aro the scens of my, childhood, when i got to thinking of days long ago, how i used to w under around in the wfldwoocl . ft spend all my summci where icy winds blow. of course thare ain't any icy winds in summer, but 1 think that sounds nise, so i jest put > c *"• tnat shows i am a reel poet, that's all about summer. New York, June Ist.