Seems auto correctness is going to wreck this post... sorry
I remember reading this as a kid, times sure seemed better then but heck what did I know. Sure hope I don't offend anyone with this non-politically correct prose. There was a great cartoon style picture that went along with this but sorry I cant seem to get it to copy.
Many thanks to Mr McCutcheon
IN JUN SUMMER
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In jun SUMMER
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John T. McCutcheon
Chicago Tribune
September 30, 1907
Yep, sonny this is sure enough In jun summer. Don't know what that is, I reckon, do you? Well, that's when all the homesick In juns come back to play; You know, a long time ago, long afore yer granddaddy was born even, there used to be heaps of In juns around here—thousands—millions, I reckon, far as that's concerned. Reg'lar sure 'nough In juns—none o' yer cigar store In juns, not much. They wuz all around here—right here where you're standin'. Don't be skeered—hain't none around here now, leastways no live ones. They been gone this many a year. They all went away and died, so they ain't no more left. But every year, 'long about now, they all come back, leastways their sperrits do. They're here now. You can see 'em off across the fields. Look real hard. See that kind o' hazy misty look out yonder? Well, them's In juns—In jun sperrits marchin' along an' dancin' in the sunlight. That's what makes that kind o' haze that's everywhere—it's jest the sperrits of the In juns all come back. They're all around us now. See off yonder; see them tepees? They kind o' look like corn shocks from here, but them's In jun tents, sure as you're a foot high. See 'em now? Sure, I knowed you could. Smell that smoky sort o' smell in the air? That's the campfires a-burnin' and their pipes a-goin'. Lots o' people say it's just leaves burnin', but it ain't. It's the campfires, an' th' In juns are hoppin' 'round 'em t'beat the old Harry. You jest come out here tonight when the moon is hangin' over the hill off yonder an' the harvest fields is all swimmin' in the moonlight, an' you can see the In juns and the tepees jest as plain as kin be. You can, eh? I knowed you would after a little while. Jever notice how the leaves turn red 'bout this time o' year? That's jest another sign o' red skins. That's when an old In jun sperrit gits tired dancin' an' goes up an' squats on a leaf t'rest. Why I kin hear 'em rustlin' an' whisper in' an' creepin' 'round among the leaves all the time; an' ever' once'n a while a leaf gives way under some fat old In jun ghost and comes floatin' down to the ground. See—here's one now. See how red it is? That's the war paint rubbed off'n an In jun ghost, sure's you're born. Purty soon all the In juns'll go marchin' away agin, back to the happy huntin' ground, but next year you'll see 'em troopin' back—th' sky jest hazy with 'em and their campfires smolderin' away jest like they are now. From his pipe the smoke ascending |
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