ep03 The Horseshoe Contest

There's music on his mind, it's nauseous sea, of the bright and laughing sky. Now away, the visit with folks who know how to have fun with simple living and old-fashioned singing. They make sure there's time to do all the important things, like extending a smile at a helping hand to friends and even strangers when they're in need.

Before going to the parlor of Eli Jenkins where the singing group gathers for practice, Let's stop in for a minute at Postmaster Ben Potts Store. Ben sings bass for fun, but he sells feed and grain for eleven.

Hello little girl. Hello Mr Potts. Something I can do for you? Yeah, I want some food. Oh, you're in the wrong store then. All I got is feed and grain. But that's what I want.

You candy grain? No, but my rabbit, Flossy Bell can. He's just crazy about it, Alfalfa. Flossy Bell, he? Or he bit Flossy Bell, it must be a she. Well, Mama says it'll take more in the name to change that.

Eh, whose little girl are you? Mama's? No, no, no. I mean, what do people call your mother? The ones who like her? Look, little girl, don't you have a name? Oh, that's what you're trying to find out.

You're sure going by the hard way. I'm Bessie Haskins. Oh, Doc Haskins, little girl, eh? Yeah. And you should hear what my dad says about you. He says you're a... Well, he's got a name for it.

He said, lastly, just because I got symptoms and he ain't smart enough to find out why. He calls me, well, whatever it is. He says you're slipping too. Yeah, ain't even a champion horseshoe pitcher no more.