Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 97, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 April 1913 — Swede and Dutchman Each In Streak of Hard Luck. [ARTICLE]

Swede and Dutchman Each In Streak of Hard Luck.

A recent magazine tells of a lank, rawboned Swede who returned to a Minnesota town after having been up in Canada, where he had gone a short time before to work for a farmer of another nationality. He was telling his experience: “I work there aboud a month. I ain’t get nothing to ead, only potatoes and bread.” “Pretty slim diet.” remarked a friend. “By-an-by, the ol cow she took sick and die,” Ole went on, “then we have long time meat to ead. Den by-an-by we? ain’t ead noding but po-ta-toes and bread. I ain’t like dat bread neither.” Ole sighed, then continued: “By-an-by the ol’ horse he took sick and die. JLong time we have meat to ead. I ain’t like dat meat. Then they ain’t no meat no moreonly po ta toes an’ bread.” “Starved you out, eh?” inquired a listener. The Swede shook his head solemnly. “Las’ week ol’ lady took sick, I yump my yob.” The Swede’s hard luck was not unlike of a German musician, who, wearing a faded band suit and a forlorn look, was telling how he had been the victim of “dam bad luck.” . ' “I use to play mit all the big bands,” he said. “Mit Sousa, and Gilmore, and all dem big fellers. I was in a band what went to de old country, and: we played before all der kings and queens. We played for der king Of England, and he like der music. When we got done he called his mens and he says to ’em, Take der musleers down where we keeps der gold and fill up deir instruments mit gold.’ And I—l play der piccolo. “Den we played for der Kaiser. He like der music too. When we got done he mens and he says to ’em, Take der musicers down to der cellars Where we keep der wine, and fill up deir instruments mit wine.’ And I— I play der piccolo.”