The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-10-15

JlnkS w OdS Put his fingers to MS
ears. Put it away SO can think" he
directed 1T seems to me, Mr.. Daw,
that YOU and that pile of noise--say.
won't you please put it away?-should
be very interesting to the Business
Mems club"
thinks Woods" declared Blackie.
with deep emotion. II shall have you
as my sole companion Oh the first
ROLLER coaster ride"
"That's a gospel promise" claimed
ON it. He was glad he had lived long
enough to meet Blackie Daw. They
were tickled with each other.
Later links Woods interrupted Black
les peaceful practice.
II bought the Business Mems club
for you with that corner Of $1,000
bill you gave me and got some change
back" links telephoned. Hurry right
on over"
"Fine," said Blackie. "Wait just a
minute. Listen to this" And. lifting
his saxaphone to the telephone. be
played quite perfectly the gem upon
which he had been practicing all morn.
ing.
II thought l asked you to put that
money away" protested Jinks. "Now
it's getting hoarse."
THAT'S my saxophone," Indignantly
returned Blackie. II was playing you
a strain from Home, Sweet Home"
links Woods met Blackie at the top
of the clubs stairs.
"Just make yourself at home" be In.
vited. I'm have half a dozen local
patriots up here in ten minutes" and
be hustled out.
Blackie took instant advantage of his
opportunities. He opened his portfolio
and took from it an amazing collection
of water color sketches, colored litho-
graphs, half tones and zinc etchings
of amusement parks and amusement
devices from everywhere. Birdseye
views of Luna and lost Dreamland
We'd for attention with crude news
paper sketches of the latest switch
back" erected at Thanks Grove. These
pictures he placed upon mantelshelves,
window lodges, chairs and tables until
roller coasters ambed all over the
room. Every neck breaking, nerve
rackng. heart stopping device known
to the world of pleasure was repre-
sented and in place. and Blackie was
playing wheeZy ragtime on the antique
melodion, when his firm friend Jinks
ushered in near sighted Mr. Crompers.
who was the city's leading stationer
and bookseller. He said SO himself.
"Mr. Crompers is the first man to
seize upon any important public prof
ect in Prize City," Jinks stated. He
is president of the Business Mems
club, which he founded. and was pres
ident of the Commercial club before
this organization split off from that
body"
You are very lucky you did not
fall into their clutches" avowed MIR.
Crompers, who was given habitually
to intemperance of the tongue. They'll
start anything over there. and in two
weeks you never hear of the scheme
again. There's no question that we do
need Il big amusement park here. but
it's pity that the project should have
been taken up by men of the caliber
it has. understand that Mr.. Walling-
ford is a very solid man. too. which
makes it all the greater shame"
Hes no more solid than my friend,
Daw," declared Jinks Woods. "Mr.
Val ir. I'm
in his amusement park scheme. where
as Mr.. Daw has 100000 in cold cash,
right in that little black grip. I've got
a piece of it. This large fortune he
will turn over to any treasurer you fell
lows appoint until the members of the
Business Mems club raise an equal
amount. That sounds like on the level
talk to me-"
Blackie Daw fl0urished his hand in
the direction of Mr.. Woods. Il have
nothing more to say" he observed.
Here are some Of the amusement
features propose to build, to keep
Prize City's money at home. Here is
my cash share in the proposed invest
ment. and l don't ask to handle either
my money or yours. | guess you don't
need any arguments as to the need OF
such an institution. The arguments
are all in this mornings papers. and
they're good. It's only question OF
financing it now and of who shall build
your park"
ITS a question of the sort OF men
we get to represent such an enter
prise," corrected Mr.. Crompers.
Blackie Daw adroitly showed before
Mr.. Crompers' eyes small clipping
from the Clarion. Here are the gen.
tlemen who are financing the other
company" he advised.
Mr.. Crompers read that list with
snorts of indignation surprising any
which he had yet emitted. "Ham-
mond. $2O,OOO!' He paused for an
extra snort over the name OF the other
leading stationer and BOOKSELLER.
Daniel Blessus, $4,000; Walt Hub
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