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Show Pah-shaw-een-nee (Meaning Talk) By: The Old Chief Well, me have no news, too much this time. Me see'em my fren' Bill Brotherson at Agency office, him look like farmer boy, me no talk to him, he looks like heap big business and have 'em problem. Me spend one night at Softball bames, me plenty scared, me hear'em big noise like wind cloud, me look around, heap 'fraid, then me see'em one guy on third base with mouth all time wide open, me thinks him trying to catch 'em ball with mouth instead in-stead of glove, my fren' say him name "Breezie" or big Gale, me know now why all time dust on Roosevelt street, this breez'em cause much blow'em on streets.. Me sorry hear about my good pale face fren' Mr. Xavier Bellon being called to "Happy Hunting Ground, me tell'em to his family, my condolence. This make Old Chief sad, many good people gone to better place, pretty soon Old-Chief Old-Chief fade away too. Squaw says, Chief too tough, Big Boss in heaven heav-en not want trouble, Chief live long time, maybe. Me go now, see'em you next week. Paper say maybe Big Chief is Pale Face, no believe that, Old Chief face plenty brown like forefathers. fore-fathers. See'em you. |