Democratic Sentinel, Volume 11, Number 22, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 July 1887 — Uncle Seth on Literary Men. [ARTICLE]

Uncle Seth on Literary Men.

“Littery fellers. Wall, I dunno,” says Uncle Beth. “Made outen rose water, ain’t they ? Don’t have to have no muscle nor nothin’; jist pure sentiment ; nothin’ substantial about ’em, is there ? Whdn a feller tries to talk to ’em they kinder slide off into space an’ go dissolvin’ into the clouds an’ rainbows, an’ talk about weepin’ willers, an’ graveyards, an’ love, an’ sich like. Cur us, ’bout these littery fellers. A chap who nat’rally think that a man that is goin’ to paint the hearts er men an’ wimmin, an’ hold the lookin’-glass up to uatur, as Shakspeare, who writ so much, says, would want to be jest like other folks, only more so, an’ have a little’human sympathy about him an’ not live way up in the atmosphere like a feller in a balloon. “I’ll tell you what I th'nk of the littery fellers. They’re too intimate with themselves. They think the more they get acquainted with themselves the greater social success they’ll be. They cultivate themselves so much they don’t know nobody else. Guess they think nobod v else ain’t good ’nough for ’em, don’t they? Now, when a feller thinks when he stamps his foot the earth is goin’ to shake an’ the stars all tumble ott' the skv like the button off a ready-made weskit, he ain’t goin’ to talk with us common folks. They’re stuck up. P’rhaps they have a right to be; p’rhaps they hain’t. I dunno’s I know.” —Detroit Free Press.