The judge said Pops was drunk and don’t get but $300 from the railroad. Moms cried ’cause that ain’t much. Shur sounds like a pile o’gold to me, but Moms tol’ me to hush up.
Pops still hurts real bad. Uncle Jim and Uncle John say Moms better do a law-suit. The railroad oughta pay, that’s fer damn sure. I can’t get in trouble ’cause that’s what Uncle John said.