And another
one thinks mebby we is figgering on a telephone
line. And each one makes a very eloquent little
speech about them things, and rings in something
about our fair Southland. And when both of them
misses their guess it is time fur another visit to
the back room.
Was we selling something?
We was.
Was we selling fruit trees?
We wasn't.
Finally, after every one has a chew of natcheral
leaf tobaccer all around, one prominent citizen
makes so bold as to ast us very courteous if he might
enquire what it was we was selling.
The doctor says medicine.
Then they was a slow grin went around that there
crowd of prominent citizens. And once agin we
has to make a trip to that back room. Fur they
are all sure we must be taking orders fur something
to beat that there prohibition game. When they
misses that guess they all gets kind of thoughtful
and sad. A couple of 'em don't take no more
interest in us, but goes along home sighing-like,
as if it wasn't no difference WHAT we sold as long as
it wasn't what they was looking fur.
But purty soon one of them asts:
"What KIND of medicine?"
The doctor, he tells about it.
When he finishes you never seen such a change
as had come onto the faces of that bunch. I
never seen such disgusted prominent citizens in
my hull life.
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