Simply Because We Were Licked

Jem Gave A Reasonable Description Of Boo: Boo Was About Six-and-a-half Feet Tall, Judging From His Tracks; He Dined On Raw Squirrels And Any Cats He Could Catch, That's Why His Hands Were Bloodstained - If You Ate Animal Raw, You Could Never Wash The Blood Off. There Was A Long Jagged Scar That Ran Across His Face; What Teeth He Had Were Yellow And Rotten; His Eyes Popped, And He Drooled Most Of The Time.

It's Quite A Thing, If You've Never Been In Or Known A Small Southern Town. The People Are Not Particularly Sophisticated, Naturally. They're Not Worldly Wise In Any Way. But They Tell You A Story Whenever They See You.

I Think I'll Be A Clown When I Get Grown,' Said Dill. Jem And I Stopped In Our Tracks. Yes Sir, A Clown,' He Said. 'there Ain't One Thing In This World I Can Do About Folks Except Laugh, So I'm Gonna Join The Circus And Laugh My Head Off.' You Got It Backwards, Dill,' Said Jem. 'clowns Are Sad, It's Folks That Laugh At Them.' Well I'm Gonna Be A New Kind Of Clown. I'm Gonna Stand In The Middle Of The Ring And Laugh At The Folks.

Any Writer Worth His Salt Writes To Please Himself.

This Time We Aren't Fighting The Yankees, We're Fighting Our Friends. But Remember This, No Matter How Bitter Things Get, They're Still Our Friends And This Is Still Our Home.