Evening Republican, Volume 23, Number 149, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 June 1920 — Peanut Pietro [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

Peanut Pietro

by KAYEM GRIER

FOR first time other day I go veesit basaball game. I aska one guy een leetle cage how inoocha costa and he say, “One buck granda stand and feefty cents bleacher.” I geeva one dolla and go eenside. I no see somatlng only plenta cheecken wire and beega fence on other side. Preety soon one guy come out weeth a dog muzzle on da face and boxa glove one hand. I aska feller wot seet nova weeth me whosa dat guy. He says de catcha man. Nother guy weeth leetle boxa glove show up and dat man who seet by me say he ees peetcha man. Well, da peetcha man and dat catcha man ees no ver gooda friens. Da peetcha man gotta somating hard hees hand. He spit on eet, wind heem up and trow Ilka devil at dat catcha man. But da catcha man no getta sore. He Jusa make stop weeth hoTs glove and trow back easy. Plenta times dat peetcha man trow at dat catcha man for mebbe try knocka hees block off, I dunno. Preety soon one guy come out wot’s all dress up Ilka for go some place. 1 aska dat feller wot seet nexa me whosa dat guy. He say, “Aw, wots matter you aska too moocha question —he ees umpire man.” Well dat umpire man and da peetcha man maka friens and stay een sama crowd. 1 feegure eef dat umpire man and peetcha man maka fight weeth da catcha man I jumpa' through da cheecken wire and geeva help. I Ilka dat catcha man. But nother guy come out weeth beega long stick. He smasha dat ting wot da peetcha man trow and den losa hees head. He runa ilka devil firsta lone way and other way and fall down when getta only half way from where he start. Da umpire man yella “Safe!” so louda he can. But he ees craze een da head or meestake. Dat guy almost breakh hees neck when fall down for way ees looks to me. But I dunno— Wot you tlnkl

Young Fox was asleep and making a noise about it, and Mr. Badger tiptoed to his bedroom and looked in and there In his very own bed was Young Fox. fast asleep. First he opened.the door wide and then he went to the bed and gave Young Fox a hart} shake. “Let me alone,” he said, opening one»eye to, make sure it was not Mr. Dog. “Get out of my bed,” said Mr. Badger; “this Is my house.” “Possession is nine points of the law,” replied Young Fox. “Do you see these marks, my. badge?” said Mr. Badger, pointing to the black stripe on each side of his white head. “Yes, I see them,” said Young Fox. “All your family are white-headed, all old, I suppose.” “I’ll show you,” said Mr. Badger, and with a spring he was on the bed and took hold of one of Young Fox’s ears, which was sticking up. “Oh! let go of my ear!” cried Young Fox, jumping up and trying to shake off Mr. Badger, but it was no use: his teeth were fastened in Young Fox’s ear for keeps. Young Fox ran to the door and out in the woods crying and jumping, but still Mr. Badger clung to his ear, and not until he was quite a distance from the house did he let go. When he at last unfastened his jaws he called after Young Fox, who was running: “That is why I got the

badge, because I have the finest set of jaws in the world, and if ever you come around here again, I will show you how long I can hold on with them.” (Copyright.)