We are right on the dot said the glum looking at his costly watch it is just 9 oclock and so they past out of my life.
We had to wait qite a wile wilst the old man dug up his bill of loading and got the costly moter.
We will half to get some gas he said I wonder where they is a garage.
No sooner had the words fell from his lips when a man with a flagrant Adams apple handed him a card with the name of a garage on it.
Go up Genesee st 5 blks and turn to the left or something said the man with the apple.
Soon we reached the garage and had the gas tank filled with gas it was 27 cents in Buffalo and soon we was on our way to Rochester. Well these are certainly grate roads said my father barshfully.
They have lots better roads in the east than out west replid my mother with a knowing wink.
The roads all through the east are better than out west remarked my father at lenth.
These are wonderfull replid my mother smuggleing me vs her arm.
The time past quickly with my parents in so jocular a mood and all most before I knew it we was on the outer skirts of Batavia.
What town is this quired my mother in a tolerant voice.
Batavia husked my father sloughing down to 15 miles per hour.
Well maybe we would better stop and have lunch here said my mother coyly.
We will have lunch in Rochester replid my father with a loud cough.
My mother forced a smile and it was about ½ past 12 when we arived in Rochester and soon we was on Genesee st and finley stoped in front of a elegant hotel and shared a costly lunch.
V
My Father’s Idear
Wilst participateing in the lordly viands my father halled out his map and give it the up and down.
Look at here he said at lenth they seams to be a choice of 2 main roads between here and Syracuse but 1 of them gos way up north to Oswego wilst the other gos way south to Geneva where as Syracuse is strate east from here you might say so it looks to me like we would save both millage and time if we was to drive strate east through Lyons the way the railway gos.
Well I dont want to ride on the ties said my mother with a loud cough.
Well you dont half to because they seams to be a little road that gos strate through replid my father removeing a flys cadaver from the costly farina.
Well you would better stick to the main roads said my mother tacklessly.
Well you would better stick to your own business replid my father with a pungent glance.
Soon my father had payed the check and gave the waiter a lordly bribe and once more we sprang into the machine and was on our way. The lease said about the results of my fathers grate idear the soonest mended in a word it turned out to be a holycost of the first water as after we had covered miles and miles of ribald roads we suddenly come to a abrupt conclusion vs the side of a stagnant freight train that was stone deef to honks. My father set there for nerly ½ a hour reciteing the 4 Horses of the Apoplex in a under tone but finley my mother mustard up her curage and said affectedly why dont we turn around and go back somewheres. I cant spell what my father replid.
At lenth my old man decided that Lyons wouldnt never come to Mahomet if we set it out on the same lines all winter so we backed up and turned around and retraced 4 miles of shell holes and finley reached our objective by way of Detour.
Puling up in front of a garage my father beckoned to a dirty mechanic.
How do we get to Syracuse from here arsked my father blushing furiously.
Go strate south to Geneva and then east to Syracuse replid the dirty mechanic with a loud cough.
Isnt there no short cut arsked my father.
Go strate south to Geneva and then east to Syracuse replid the dirty mechanic.
You see daddy we go to Geneva after all I said brokenly but luckly for my piece of mind my father dont beleive in corporeal punishment a specially in front of Lyons peaple.
Soon we was on a fine road and nothing more hapened till we puled into Syracuse at 7 that evening and as for the conversation that changed hands in the car between Lyons and Syracuse you could stick it in a day message and send it for 30 cents.
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Syracuse to Hudson 183.2
Soon we was on Genesee st in Syracuse but soon turned off a blk or 2 and puled up in front of a hotel that I cant ether spell or pronounce besides witch they must of been a convention of cheese sculpters or something stoping there and any way it took the old man a hour to weedle a parler bed room and bath out of the clerk and put up a cot for me.
Wilst we was enjoying a late and futile supper in the hotel dinning room a man named Duffy reckonized my father and came to our table and arsked him to go to some boxing matchs in Syracuse that night.
Thanks very much said my father with a slite sneeze but you see what I have got on my hands besides witch I have been driveing all day and half to start out again erly in the morning so I guess not.
Between you and I dear reader my old man has been oposed to pugilisms since the 4 of July holycost.
Who is that man arsked my mother when that man had gone away.
Mr. Duffy replid my father shove the ketchup over this way.
Yes I know he is Mr. Duffy but where did you meet him
