JOE BEDORE OF 
ce Ws 
Heverybody know heem, ole Joe Bedore; 
Hany mans can tell you dat. 
"E keep de bes’ place laike you see before 
Hon top hof de San Clair Flat. 
"Es waife he cook eet, de boss pea soup, 
You say jus’ de same wen you straike 
eet ; 
But dose leetle wite bean make de bes’ pea 
soup ; 
Dat’s de bes’ kin’ of soup wat Ah laike 
eer. 
Joe Bedore halways got eet, de 4 kin’ of 
feesh, 
Le tritt an’ de big lake trout; 
De poisson blanc an’ de fat wite feesh, 
She's so fat dat she'll melt on 
mout. 
An’ dere’s wan more t’ing dat’s de bes’ hof 
eet h’all, 
An’ dat ees de gran’ mushrat. 
Joe po be got hall hon hees tab, hevery 
a bs 
Hon top hof de San Clair Flat. 
your 
ST. CLAIR FLATS. 
BRADLEY. 
Wen de wintaire taime come, an’ de hice 
ees fine, 
Han’ you stan’ hon de door some day, 
You see a beeg smoke, laike dey burn eet, de 
pine, 
*Bout 3 or 2 mile away; 
Wen she come along close, you see eet ees 
Joe, 
Drav so fas’ dat hees loos hees hat; 
E’s drav eet hees pony, de little Tebo, 
Hon top hof de San Clair Flat. 
Some of dose feller come hup an’ tell Joe 
“Wot’s de rizzon you stay hon de 
h’ woods? 
Wat for you don’ go down to hole Buffalo. 
Dat’s de place you, for sure, make eet 
good.” 
Den Bedore he'll say, “Ah look eet dees 
way, 
W’en Ah’m here Ah know w’ere Ah’m at. 
Ah jus’ t’ink Ah stay an’ Ah’'l spend hall 
my day’ 
Hon top hof de San Clair Flat.” 


AMATEUR PHOTO BY S. G. JAMESON, 
YES, SIR! : 
Winner of 14th Prize in Recreation’s 8th Annual Photo Competition. 
