North of Boston

THEY aint much happened sense the last riting. Ice has went from the lakes, roads is dry, and the trout and Saddy night dance seasons is wide open.

Church bell was bonging real nice tother morning when the Sherff phones and asts will I sugar off last night's dance after divine worship.

Get $6.73 on my side of the church, have a good dinner and open for business at two sharp.

Four or five sittizens is lugged in. Seems like a jitterbug artist tromples on a female's pet corn. Jitterbuggerer wont apolergize. Outraged female's boy friend guv it to him and he is laid out. That is the signal for awl hands to cock the right and let drive. Constabule is having poor luck lugging out local heavyweight champion when the banjo player decides to help the constabule. He tees off on the heavyweight. Respondent ducks.and Constabule's head spoils the banjo. Jeputy Sherff pulls his paralyzer and swings. Alleged culprit ducks and innercent bystander is laid as limp as two yards uv boarding house tripe, catching the black jack betwixt the face and eyes. State Perlice drop in and they is a laying on of hands.

I give my favorite lecture No. 1, "Crime Does' Not Pay," hand out costs plus 30 days suspended to everybuddy in sight, grab gun and camera and go shooting crows and pitchers.

Drive home in the sweet spring dusk to crackers and milk in frunt of the fire. They is a big bowl uv Mayflowers on the tabul, the record player gives soft and sentimental music and me and the Dreadnaught watch day die over the mowntings.

Sum of you fellers might of liked it.