Ay meet rich woman that say she skol star me yust so soon her husband go to Seattle. She gat big lemonzine an’ diamonds an’ she shake her shimmy when she walking. She bane gude skout all right, you bat my life, an’ she say Ay gat fine fizzic. She like strong faller an’ she like me be strong for her. Ay bat your life Ay gitting new suit from Foreman Clark an’ silk shirt with blue stripe. She standing in gude with assistant Director an’ git me gude Yobs right long. Ay meet four more Swedes here in pictures an’ they take me to place one night they call wild party an’ Ay drink some coctaila made out of prune yuice and Skloan’s Liniment. When Ay got more news Ay skol let you know right off. Moving picture game bane gude bet for faller with plenty pep.
Goodby,
SVENS PETERSON.
Post Chips: If you see may brother Olaf tole him Ay say bootleg business bane pretty gude out here yust now an’ if he want to kom out Ay skol git him in on ground floor.—S. P.
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What a Pity, Poor Kitty!
There was a young man from the city,
Who met what he thought was a kitty;
He gave it a pat,
Said, “Nice little cat!”