A Letter From the Bush

dere frend.

ows yer luck standin. mines clean out.
I tole you I was comin down for the
big cup an was werkin a littel scheme
on the missis by gettin er a pare of
silk stokins. well it aint wurked. I
dont like torkin about about me fambly
afares as a rule but ther is times when
a man as to tork or bust. I want you
to go into that drapers wot sole me
them stokins and nock is flamin ed
orf fer me. I dont mine bein tuk down
in a fare deal wunce in a wile but when
a mans chance of sein the cup is dun
in I reckon its about the limit. the
wife washed them stockins last week
and all she got outer the tub was a
lump of jelly. well I aint to blam fer
that am I. I never maid the stockins
an I tells er so strait. I sez to er I aint
no blamin silk wurm tho I reckon I mus
be a wurm of sum kind sein ow I let
er tred on me. I paid good muney
fer them silk stokins. for and six at one
of them swank drappers. ow was
I to no the silk wurms was goin slo
or formed a trade union or sumthink.

anyways she got so wild thinkin I tuk
er down an got cheap stockins or some-
think that she sez if I go down to the
cup shes goin to sit back an leave the
cows unmilked an the pigs unfed and
the eggs can go rottin fer all she cares.
well wots a man to do. wimmins the
lizsy dimit.

anyways ime sendin you a quid with
this erewith inklosed hoppin you will
receive it as it leaves me. put in on
DAVID for the cup an if e wins like
you to lay out a bit of it all by
another pare of them silk stockins.
Good wuns. go the limmit. money
aint no objeck. you can splash up
sevin or ate shillin so longs ther a
nobly pare an the silk wurms is guar-
anteed to be dinkum wurkers. I got
to square the missis somehow.

Bill Smith sens in respecks, ees got
over the shingles but now ees got the
mumps. e sez if e cud only fatten is
carves like e has fattened in face these
days e cud make is fortchin in a
coupler years.

hoppin you are the sam.

yours truly,
Ben Bowyang