Posted by The Courier Editors on July 21, 2000 at 21:17:51:
In Reply to: Re: A Job Opening! For the Red Haired Lass posted by ye OldeTowne Crier on July 21, 2000 at 20:16:44:
: : Dear Christina -
: : We might have been busy for a bit but do not think we hadn't been giving due consideration to your application for gainful employment in MohicanLand. We have thought about it ... your prior employment at the Coffee House establishment, your fondness for wearing wench blouses, & your willingness (eagerness, even) to eavesdrop, snoop, & gossip - all under the reputable cover of journalist commends you agreeably to the establishment run by one Peg O'Reilly. Overworked & undercompensated as Mrs. O'Reilly is, she has agreed to take you on at her modest tavern, known as Bumppo's. Perhaps you've heard of it? She has standards, however - you must be ready & willing to left hook, spit on, cuss at, & kick unruly patrons out the door & you must be well trained in the Art of Bawdy Tunes. If so, consider yourself a hired tavern wench at Bumppo's.
: : One note of caution ... we have your word not one word of words spoken or uttered at Bumppo's, nor tidbits of scandalous activities, whether illicit, humdrum, or mundane, shall find their way in to periodicals from the colony of South Carolina? All the news that's fit to print ... & then some, is the property of The Courier & no other!
: : Agreed?
: : Sincerely,
: : The Courier Editors
: dear Red haired Lass,
: The Courier Editors have voiced their faith in your abilities to be a Tavern Wench, which is a very hard job.
: Now, if you are willing to work that hard, you might be willing to take on the job as the Ye Olde TowneCrier of LOTMLand?
: You can write to me in care of the Publicant!
: Ye Olde Towne Crier c/o Publicant aka Tax Collector
: Cordially Yours,
: Old TC
Dear Cordially Ours,
And just where do you think YOU'RE going??? We've not given you so much as a by or leave, nor have we pardoned you from Crying duty. And yet, here we find you Crying out loud, for crying out loud, for all to hear that you're offering your job to the first red haired lass who passes by. I suppose you'll be wanting to toss in the black satin duds, too! WELL, Miss Towne Crier, we'll have you know that we've commissioned a tinsmith to mold a fine punched tin lantern for you ... Still wanna cry "job for sale!"?????
The Courier Editors
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