Don’t Feel Blue

O, I like to hear a feller who will whistle at his work,

     I like to hear a worker who would hum a little tune;

Ef a feller’s got some music why he ain’t so apt to shirk,

     He kin change a bleak December into mild an’ merry June.

                   What’s the use o’ feelin’ blue

                   There is sunshine here for you,

Life is mostly what you make it, make it meller-like an’ true

                   Car will often run away

                   Ef he finds you’re feelin’ gay;

Open up your music brother an’ by thunder let it play!

They’s enough uv gllom an’ sorrer uv the kind thet hez to be,

     Lots uv it’s imaginary, you kin whistle it away;

When you see ol’ trouble skulkin’ in the lots behind a tree

     Let him see you merry-hearted, put your record on an’ play.

                   What’s the use in feelin’ blue,

                   Natur’s happy-like an’ true;

     Help the world to be more cheerful an’ ‘twill do the same fur you.

                   Blue is all right in the sky

                   All right in a maiden’s eye;.

     But don’t git it in your system, it will kill you by an’ by

Dec. 2, 1910

                (‘Dear Mr. Hills’ letter was written on the reverse side)

         Dec. 2, 1910

My Dear Mr. Hills,

      I have called twice this evening, and I think you must be out to a party. A friend of mine in New York wishes me to find out cock sure if The Editor is for sale. I don’t think it is, myself, but just to satisfy him will you please tell me.

      As I leave for “Gungywamp” tomorrow noon I won’t have a chance to call again. Have long wanted to meet you, but you are so elusive!

      Will you kindly drop me a line in the enclosed envelope. Perhaps you have noticed, I have discharged The Herald from my employ.

                               Very sincerely,

                                                Joe Cone

Saybrook, Conn.