XXIV
CAN HON. NORTH POLE BE DETECTED?
San Francisco, August 26th.
To Editor New York newspaper which shoots out Truth like a soda fountain & serve it with very tasty flavours to all-kind of humans.
Dear Sir—I am bed-riding now, thank you, for illness of head. So sorry I go Fresno last week to seek-it where work was to be got among Hon. Grapes, but not for me. The weather had a temperament of 98° in shadow & pretty soonly I am discovered enjoying a sunstrike by dusty road. “Poor Japanese Boy!” collapse kind Mr. Jackson, who is a sweet philanthropy; so he ship me backwards to this dear San Francisco and donate me $10 weekly so long as I am sick.
On such a salary I shall be liesurely about getting well.
So here I are, Mr. Editor, once more again at Patriots of Japan Board & Lodging, where I receive all Japanese and American friends who will be polite guests & please not bring no more flours because my hon. bedroom become stuffy with such fragral smells. Candy & light sandwitches, howeverly, will be welcome day & night.
Cousin Nogi, Arthur Kickahajama, Uncle Nichi, Sydney Katsu Jr., Little Annie Anazuma & Frank the Japanned Bootpolish make walk-in to my room this morning to be a Tennis Cabinet for me. They bring golden thoughts, but nothing more expensive.
“In Idaho & Colorado where ladies is compelled to smoke cigarettes and act manly on election days,” say Cousin Nogi, “there Hon. Frank H. Hitchcock will get elected by a unamerous majority because of his beautiful eyes and hair.”
“He will be very popular in high schools, Vassars, etc., because of his sweet expression,” olicute little Annie.
“Will such a expressions make him popular among campaign contributions?” contribute Japanned Frank with steam-roller sniff.