Thank you, Stewart! We appreciate the party in our honor! Cameron and I shall head over and grab some punch for the ladies here. Come Cameron... What's that, sir? No I dont reckon Stewart realizes that he has gained a few pounds already. Did you see that politicians wife?! I never seen anything so ugly that wasnt in the middle of a cornfield scaring crows. Huh? What in'it taste like? Here, let me try. Whoa! No, t'ain't no alcohol in this punch t'all. What kinder place is this here? Whats that? No, I dont think anyone will mind if and we add a bottle of rum to the punch. How'd you get that thar cut on your cheek, Cam? And she done slapped you for that! Any good business proposition ought always be determined beforehand, sir. You was absolutely correct. Now how was you to know she was the governor's daughter? Besides she should be flattered you offered so much. Let me try the punch now. Still a might too weak, sir. Here add this. No, ain't no label on the bottle. It kinder smells like whiskey. Just add it what the devil do you care? Well would you get a load of that general over there! N'ary a hole in his uniform or a mark on his boots. He must be one of them Army of Georgia officers. By the way did you notice Stewart's gloves? Who does he think he is impressing? Yes, by God, I did notice that smell! He was wearing perfume I done knew it! Okay, try the punch now. How is it? Good? Stop that coughing, sir! So its good enough? Lets git on back then! Stewart, old buddy, fine party! And this here punch is ex-cell-ent, sir! Whats that? You say the Ladies Prohibition Society and the Nuns of St. Mary's are on their way to donate some bandages for our boys at the front? The punch is for them? .... Oh.... Yall, s'cuse me I believe I left my hat by the punch bowl. Come and help me find it Cam. Well now you have gone and done it! What we going to do? No, we can't leave yet! Let me check. No, I don't have any lice with me tonight. I done took a bath. Whats your idea? Hide the punch?! .... Where in our pockets?! A fine mess you have gotten me into, sir. Spike the punch you said, ha! .... uh oh! Here come the Sisters! Quick do something! I'll distract them. Sisters, what a lovely surprise I.... what's that? The man behind me? What is he a doing? Oh..... He seems to be a soaking his feet in the punch bowl, Sister. Why? .... Well my old friend Mr. Stiles will answer that for you I am sure. Mr. McOmish, sir, let's depart for the prayer meeting before all them good seats are taken. Goodnight Sisters. Soaking your feet? Really Cam? See if we ever get invited back now!
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