What I Like About Texas -
Gary P. Nunn
To P'like MAY 22,1969.
The Wurstbottoms motored to
Big Flat Wed. of this week and spent with relatives. Mr. Spite, White,
will conduct a one-day "Supposium " for adults at the Park Side Road in
Grapetown Fri. (That's short for Friday to save space in the newspaper.)
I will be the instructor. Mr. Spite has saw what a good job I've did with
the Luckenbach kids in teachin' 'em to p'like. You know-- play like. He
wants me to teach lost adults how to p'like. (P'like is when you p'like
you'r a aviator, p'like you'r a engineer, or p'like you'r a nurse.) You
see, children can't laugh at their ownself or their little humorous errors
sp to have fun some of them p'like. It is my job to teach children to p'like.
Many adults grow plumb up never havin' p'liked, never learn to laugh at
their funny owns elf. This is bad said Mr. Spite, White, and it sometimes
causes wars. (This must mean some adults are still children) . That's not
true here in Luckenbach. We go to the post office in the evenin' , drink
a beer, suppose we're rich and p'like we're smart and laugh at each other
in the face. No one gets mad or goes on the war path 'cause we all grew
Plan to attend the Supposium
in Grapetown and see adults p'likin'. Suppose you come home happy. Suppose
you'r fat. Suppose you'r a bear and I p'like I throw a pie in your face!
Ain't that funny, and that's what life's all about.
Peter Cedarstacker, Writer
REMEMBER: Fight Mental
Luckenbach Women's Lib SEPT.24,
Me and mama walked to Luckenbach
again last night and bought some flour at the post office- beer joint.
Mama said she sure wisht she had a car. She's tired o' walkin' to town.
I told her to get a burro like me.
The Luckenbach Chamber of
Commerce happens to meet that night and there I was, not with my refresh-ment
tub. We really meet every night at the post office but when Mrs. Wurstbottom,
president, stands up on the apricot box and waves a beer bottle, brother,
the meetin' comes to order and it's very official. We talked of
women, chili, and Luckenbach, and while Mrs. Wurstbottom was still standin'
with the beer bottle in her hand, all us men became sympathizers of the
"Women's Lib" movement. All the Luckenbach men agreed that womenfolk should
have more rights like cookin ' chili in a contest, scrubbin' the
floors, diggin' the garden, sloppin' the hogs, guttin' the deer, and milkin'
the cow. They can have the babies too.
What we don't like is when
the women want to ride in the front of tha pickup. Mr. Spite spoilt his'n
last winter. Now, every time it rains she wants to ride in the front with
her husband and the dog.
Man has been pickin' on women
ever since he figured out they wern't men, so us here in Luckenbach have
decided to take up for womenfolk and let them have a place of their own
to cook chili and show off where nobody'll see 'em.
Peter Cedarstacker, Writer
REMEMBER: Fight the Rib