The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1912-09-20
ON The SPUR
OF TIE MOMENT

BY ROY K. MOULToN.

p.
II can't stay long, fellers. 1 told my
! wife I'd be home by o'clock.
Me, too. Steve, gotta stuff this game
at 9 sharp. Shake up the pasteboards,
Pm just like you two fellers. 1t was
hard enough to get away as it was and 1
gotta hit the feathers before. 10 O'Clock or
it's home to mother for my wife Gee,
this is punk hand. Two bits
Aw, stick around awhile. You three
feilers make we weary Every time 1 m
the host you all gotta duck before I win
enous4- to pay for the lights
This is positively = the last hand for me,
| Rupert My wifeiI kill me. Gee, amt
there anything in that deck but cat-hoIs
I ever drew a pair of Democrats
IN going home, too, after this hand.
kin just see my wife now, settin' up fef
me. For the love of Mike shake up. them
cards. amt had as good a pair of joins
since I got here
I gotta duck in ten minutes, SO if you
fellers want any of my dough you gotts:
bet 'em up I'll crack her for ten cents
I'm goin' to invite a different bunch
goin' home as soon you git your hats
off. If ever git married-Gee! Welcome
little little strangers! What do you think Of
bits. You better all stay out il you amt
got anything
"Ho-hum. whatfIl my wife say? Deal
'em. Steve, and if you ever want to bor-
row my lawnnoWer again you gotta come
across with openers
1T is too late for me to go home now
mi called suddenly out of town, under
stand. My. wife,l strangle me, but I've
got to get back what I've anted in here.
oh, Judas Iscariot, are you pickin' my
cards out with tweezers?'
Pm going home after five more hands.
My wife's probably packin' up to go home
to mother right now. What's this, three
bel-hops and a pair Of stenographers?
Well what do you think of that?''
Amt you rabbits ever going home? L
can't afford to sit here and lose every
hand and pay fer the lights, too. And I'll
tell you. the next time you come here
you'll bling your own cigars. If 1 don't
get hand this time I'm goin' to turn OUT
the lights
'.IIo-hum! Your deal, Steve
:, Stop THROWN them cigar butts the
floor This ain no saloon
Things We VIII Never See.
Prophet without long hair.
Hard butter in So boarding house.
Park loafer who doesn't know all about
politics.
Cigar store telephone that is not busy
Small man who doesn't believe he is a
second Ma poleon.
Who doesn't think he can run a news
paper.
Artist who doesn't wear black flowing
tie.
A Modern Refusal.
Then you won't marry me-
mo, Archibald, l will not
You will not change your mind and be
sorry afterWard that you have refused |
me?"
Positively not
This I suppose is final
Absolutely
And there will be no come back?''
None"
You realize what you are doing?''
Yes, I do. I wouldn't mary you IL you |
We're the last man on earth.''
THANK Heaven" murmured the OiG |
Bachelor II have done my duty. You're !
an angel, Maggie. I am going to send |
you a box of flowers. I was afraid you |
might accept me- Now, having been dis |
appointed in love. I will never have to |
propose again
In Summer.
love to sit upon the cottage porch
Or loiter in a cottage all day long
love to watch the twilight shades appear |
And listen to the bufifrog's pleasant |
song.
love to go and sit upon the pier
And dangle my small tootsies in the lake
While sweltering millions FRAGILE. frv
and bake.
I love to ride across the placid bay
And dawdle in somebody's motor boat
That is propelled by fragant gasoline
To pay for which, some one else is the |
goat.
I love the freedom of the woodland |
camps,
Far. far away from grinding trolley
Far from the crowded city's tiresome
Providing some one else will cook the
meals.
I'd like to spend the summer at my ease
1t would be heaven for a common lob
Like me, but there's one drawback to the
things.
7 cOuldn'f 10 aud natal,