Reading the letter in Popeye's accent is advised.
I remember a favorit tree—I always won'ered why they was no apples on it in Winter an' why it had apples in Summer—
I useta watch it at Spring time—how it suddenly got buds an' purty blossoms an' then lil apples growed inta big ones—I got useta it doin' 'at an' purty soon I didn' bother lookin' at it no more.
I yam out one swell spring day watchin the birds flyin from tree to tree when I sees me favorit apple tree—somethin's wrong! It aint got no apples growin' on it escep' maybe a couple which ain't so hot—I does some deep thinkin' about it but 'at don't help none on account of nature knows more'n I does an' she ain't tellin', so I guesses it aint go'ner have apples no more! No more apples which Olive Oyl made swell pies with an' I snitched when she wasn't lookin an' got me a orful bellyache on account of eatin it fast while it was hot. So I feels sorry fer me appel tree an' figgers ennyhow it still will have enough leaves on it so's I kin take a nap in the shade on a @☆!☆in hot Summer's day!
Well—fall comes, the leaves fall orf an' snow comes an' spring comes—an' goes!
One Summer day I yam walkin by Olive's house I smells Pie—Apple Pie! Apple pie?—I wonner—Hm—I walks aroun' an' looks at me ol' apple tree an' it's got apples on it—millyuns of 'em—
I yam sittin' under me apple tree later with me stummick fulla apple pie I
snitched tookborryed from Olive an' I yam wonnerin'—What made the apples come back again? What made 'em grow again? I ast me frens—they says it was somethin'—maybe nature did it—but they didn't know why—So what! they sez—So what?
Hm—I wonner? Does ya know why, Jennette? Kin ya tell me? I wisht ya would on account of I yam jus' a igmorunt sailor what don't know much—escep' 'at I yam—
WITH BEST WISHES TO MRS. WINTERHALTER