"Well, brothers,
I got back from the Texas Convention last night,
And I sure want to thank you for the trip.
The convention was called on the Seventeeth
And adjourned on the Twenty-fourth.
We all had a good time.
Most of the boys spent their time in Juarez.
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They don't have keys in that town . . .
Whisky . . . two dollars a quart . . . good stuff.
Plenty of beer. The Mexicans make a drink
Called pulki . . . it would make a man kill his mother.
We sure had plenty to drink. . .
Now I've seen lots of bull thrown around here,
But down there I saw them killed by the car load.
And cock fights! . . . Christ, them long-legged birds
Can fight like hell . . . never seen anything like it.
We sure had a good time . . .
And women . . . a man's a hog that wants better variety;
And nationality, color, size, any age from twelve to sixty.
I was too drunk to see good, but they looked pretty clean.
Well, brothers, I don't know of any more to say,
Only, I sure want to thank you for the trip.
"Oh, just another word, brothers.
You remember the big schooners O'Sullivan used to put out?
Them two-handled ones?
Well, that's how they serve beer in Juarez."