Publication: Melbourne Herald
Date: 01 November 1922
dere frend ows the wurld treatin you. me own lucks dead cruk. me best cow as got to the wheat me orse an got the glan- ders an me dawgs took to killin sheep. lestwise Bill Smith sez so. I seen im on the rode yesterday an e sez to me that dawgs of yours as met with a accident an I sez ow and e sez e run is ead again a lump of wood while e was chasin my sheep and I sez thats funny an e sez yer aint it. I ad old of the other end of the lump of wood e wez an its goin to cost you five quid fer the damige. well I dont like fallin out with me naybers as a genrl rool but when I tells Bill that is sheep muster started the row by trying to bite my dawg e goes reel cruk an sez things that aint becomin to any man that as the parson t- tea every second sundee. so we fell out an I rekin ime in fer the five quid all rite. so with one thing an nother as things is goin I dont think you better get them silk stokins for me wife that I was arskin you about. Ate shillins is ate shillins these days an anyways ime dead agin gettin er the short skurt shes thinkin about so as she can show off them stokins. I dont no wots appenin to women these times. they dont seem to think of nothin else but dresses as tho there was never such things as cows an fowls to be seen to. So if DAVID appens to win the cup you mite lash up a bit of my winnins on a pare of them dungaree pants I seen advertised cheap. see that the buttons is sewed on tite sorry to say most of me spuds seems to be gettin the Irish blite. hoppin you are the same yours truly Ben Bowyang