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Wall I yanked on that hook 'till I tho't I'd pull it out by the roots, but I couldn't git the durned thing open, then I turned on the knob two or three times, and that didn't do any good, so I pulled on the hook and turned on the knob at the same time, and jist then I think all the fire bells in New York commenced to ringin' all to onct. WELL I YANKED ON THAT HOOK TILL I THOUGHT I'D PULL IT OUT BY THE ROOTS BUT I COULDN'T GET THE DURNED THING OPEN THEN I TURNED ON THE KNOB TWO OR THREE TIMES AND THAT DIDN'T DO ANY GOOD SO I PULLED ON THE HOOK AND TURNED ON THE KNOB AT THE SAME TIME AND JUST THEN I THINK ALL THE FIRE BELLS IN NEW YORK COMMENCED A RINGING ALL THE ONCE
Josh and the Fire Department ONE day in New York, I thot I'd rite a letter home. Wall after I'd got it all writ, I sed to the landlord of the tavern--now, whar abouts in New York do you keep the post offis? And he sed, "what do you want with the post offis?" So I told him I'd jist writ a letter home to mother and Samantha Ann, and I'd like to go to the post offis and mail it. And he told me "you don't have to go to the post offis, do you see that little box on the post thar on the corner?" I alowed as how I did. Wall he says, "You jist go out thar and put your letter in that box, and it will go right to the post offis." I sed--wall now, gee whiz, ain't that handy. Wall I went out thar, and I had a good deal of trouble in gittin' the box open, and when I did git it open, thar wan't any place to put my letter, thar wuz a lot of notes and hooks and hinges, and a lot of readin,' it sed--"pull on the hook twice and turn the knob," or somethin, like that, I couldn't jist rightly make it out. ECORDING BY PHILIP MARTIN UNCLE JOSH AND THE FIRE DEPARTMENT ONE DAY IN NEW YORK I THOUGHT I'D WRITE A LETTER HOME WELL AFTER I GOT IT ALL WRIT I SAID TO THE LANDLORDER OF THE TAVERN NOW WHEREABOUTS IN NEW YORK DO YOU KEEP THE POST OFFICE AND HE SAID WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH THE POST OFFICE SO I TOLD HIM I JEST READ A LETTER HOME TO MOTHER AN SMITH ANN AND I'D LIKE TO GO TO THE POST OFFICE AND MAIL IT AN HE TOLD ME YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO TO THE POST OFFICE DO YOU SEE THAT LITTLE BOX ON THE POST THAR ON THE CORNER I LOUD AS HOW I DID WELL HE SAYS YOU JEST GO OUT THAR AN PUT YOUR LETTER IN THAT BOX AND IT WOULD GO RIGHT TO THE POST OFFICE I SAID WELL NOW GEE WHERE IS AIN'T THAT HANDY WELL I WENT OUT THAR AN I HAD A GOOD DEAL O TROUBLE IN GETTIN THE BOX OPEN AND WHEN I DID GIT IT OPEN THERE WARN'T ANY PLACE TO PUT MY LETTER THERE WAS A LOT OF NOTES AND HOOKS AND HINGES AND A LOT O READIN IT SAID PULL ON THE HOOK TWICE AND TURN THE KNOB OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT I COULDN'T JEST RIGHTLY MAKE IT OUT
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