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Show Pah-shaw-een-nee (Meaning Talk) By the "Old Chief" My Pale Face brothers tell 'em to me, what's matter, you no more write 'em that one stuff," brother Memmott call 'em news, about Redskins on Reservation, so me thinks, maybe so me write and maye so, my friend Cliff sell 'em more papers to Indians. Me go to Agency, me heard about delegations going to see Great White Father in Washing-tori, Washing-tori, D. C. Indian Agent Gilmore, him tell 'em to me, that full bloods and mixed bloods send 'em to see Commissioner and Secretary, Secre-tary, me think, what they gonna do? Maybe all Utes gonna be let out of Indian Service Corral, I don't know, maybe so. Me think maybe Government gonna let down gate and all Utes turned out like what the call 'em, in cowboy talk, "Maverick" for all kinds of speculatin' cowboys to rope in, I don't know, maybe so. Me come back to teepee lookin' for that one stuff call 'em Uranium, Uran-ium, and Squaw tell 'em to me, Indian now buy 'em good Corn Squeeze 'em, now me putt 'em shaving lotion on face where belong. be-long. Me got new shawl for pretty wife, me got 'em new shirt too, yellow one too, now me go to Bear Dance at Whiterocks, in new model car, 1949 too, one man car, that -what man in Rosy Town tell me, when me gote it by down payment last per capita day. Him good dealer, him name "Trade 'em anything Joe" good mans too. Maybe so I tell 'em you goodbye good-bye now, me see 'em you next week when delegation maybe so brings back Pan-nah-cah and then go to C. C. Club and buy 'em that one, ten cent Utah soup call 'em 3.2. |