The Detroit times., 1910-06-07
FRIVOLITY,
FROTH AND FUZZ

Twas This That Tried the typos
Temper.
Thursday. the thirteenth, Thirsty
Thad" Thibbett the tattered tramp,
turned tiredly toward the turreted
turnpike tabernacle towering trium-
phantly through the tall timber, think
ing. thankfully, that there. tipsy
topers took time to take tea tete-a-
tctc. The tavern tent.table, twinkling
temptingly. touched this tatood tour
lists turpitude. Therefore. this tramp
tackled toast, tarts. tongue, tomatoes.
trout. tapioca--then fitting the tin
tureen trustingly Thibbett turned the
turtle" tricklingly 'twixt the teeth. The
treat tickled Thirstys throttle toler-
ably. though the transaction tumbled
lranscendent twinges through this
typical truck-traveler's torpor.
The taken toothsome truck threat
cningly trotted twirlers through Thad.
Twas thus that tumid torture took
the tragic, though traditional trip,
theoretically through Thirsty's torn
tunic, tearing triangular tremors
treacherously. Truly. the torrid tor
rent turned truculent-this too thrill
ling? (There. thereD Twas then that
twelve thrifty thieves thronged the
tabernacle throneroom. throwing TOM
ahawks toward Thibbett's throbbing
temples. Thad trembled.
Then these thugs threw the throne
through the tent.top. (Tableau) Twas
terrible! The thrown throne threw
throes! (Tomyrot.) The thieves then
took thongs to tie Thad-the trammel-
ed, trampled tramper-tidily tight.
Thad's transitory trepidation terminal
ed TRANQUILITY. Though tied tidily tight.
the tramp. thinking to thwart them,
tried telepathy. telling them to tell
Tim Tucker. the telegrapher, TO tele-
graph this tawdry tautology-twaddle
trash to the TIMES.
They telephoned IT'S told. This tale
translucently translated, teaches that
the target
Thunder and tar and tophetic tar
antulas," shrieked the now almost
telescoped typo as he pied case OF
nonpareil and kicked the office cat
through fourth story window. If the
T box would stand the run. I'd set
the rest OF that blank blankety dash
blank rot II went TO the dizzy-dump
the next minute"
The way is hard for some transgres-
sors, but often harder for some who
are not transgressors at all.
Prisons will not be empty ten.
twenty or thirty years hence Do you
know any of the little boys and girls
who are to fill them?
Down with cigaretts! Down with
booze! Down with prize-fghts! Jane.
give the baby its dope-and bring me
q little shot of coke. also.
Well. Watson, It's like this. There
are 80 many criminals who are not
criminals, and so many who are not
criminals that are criminals, that It's
n hard matter to tell Just who IL
criminal.
The poet In prison worked hard,
And turned out some verse that-er--
Jared.
Then some newspaper cubs,
Better known as "the dubs,'
Bombarded the bard that was barred.
Guess that's poor-what Mailer
Didn't you like that one7 How's this:
Johnny Wright once attended rite.
The seance, he said. was sight.
He once spent a night up
To write up write up
OF a rite up at,-say, It's fright!
or this one. about the drunken lord
who went fishing-the sea urchins
knew he was due TO fall In. see?
A Peer from the Realm of Squeer
Went out on the dock with a spear,
And a funny old shark
Was heard to remark:
watch the Peer disappear from the
pier"
DICK COFFIN.
.Ionia Reformatory.