Richard, the paperboy, from The Red Scarf, Sept. 1944, #10

Richard, the paperboy, from The Red Scarf, Sept. 1944, #10
Okay, I know y’all thinks we were real smart winning them big furry dogs from the Yankee man at the fair. Well, that what we throught, and, to top it all off, we met the girl I can’t quit thinking about and her best friend as we were walking over to ride the Bullet. Gosh, before I knew it, me and John Clayton had gived our big furry dogs to the girls, and we were sitting on one of them benches eating a big tray of carnival food. I was feeling real good and I said, “Girls, we’re gonna ride the Bullet. Wanta come watch?” Rosalie, the girl of my dreams, kinda laughed and said, “Sure, and we’ll ride it with y’all.” I kinda gulped cause heck, that danged ride looked so scary. It was two little cages on the end of a big arm and it swung around and around. “Y’all know it turns you upside down,” I said. “Sounds like fun to me,” said Rosalie. Well, we bought our tickets, got in line, and I stood there with my knees just a-shaking. But heck, when it started it didn’t seem so bad, and I was thinking it really might be fun, but then I looked over at John Clayton, and oh my Lord. I nearly fainted. He was holding his hand over his mouth! “Don’t! Don’t throw up!” I screamed, but you know something, when you’re about to throw up, nothing in the whole wide world can stop you. “Yuuuuuuhaaaeeeeeeepppp!” You ain’t never seen so much cotton candy and popcorn come out of any kids in the whole wide world’s mouth. It was like a fire hose of vomit…right at Rosalie. But that weren’t the worst. All that vomit made me sick and I added to it. About that time the little car went upside down and our dogs went sailing up to the ceiling and then the next worst thing you can imagine happened. Two vomit covered furry dogs followed by about five gallons of vomit hit us like a nothing I’ve every seen. Of course, them girls just went crazy and by the time the ride stopped they had cotton candy and popcorn vomit all tangled in their hair and me and John Clayton was hugging them big furry dogs to keep them from flying up to the ceiling. When the man opened the car door we just flopped out and the stuff we had thrown up poured out on the ground. Dang! Then girls went crazy and they whapped me and John Clayton, screaming like some wild banchees. It was the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. Don’t you agree?