Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-12-14
LinerickitiS Makes
Folks DO odd Things

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mann across the top Of the sheet. But
the little fellow didn't seem TO notice
1t. He kept looking over at the bleached
edition Of Jack Johnson, studied him a
moment, and then. with another merry
cackle. hunched over his paper and
scrihhled some more.
Finally, John l.. could stand il no
longer. He hurled his newspaper Ia the
floor, stamped across the car and shook
five fingered ham In the startled face
OF the human split second
Hey, you" he beloved. "Whatta-
yer mean, drawin' pictures Of me--eh {?
Sec anything funny about me, do va
hey? Lcmme zee them drawins. Hand
'Cm over, r I'll"
"My dear, sir" protested Tom
Thumb-"my very dear sir"
"Doncha, dear sir me hand 'cm over,
that's all. "
"But-but was not making draw.
ings. ! waS-that is-well, to tell you
the truth, | was writing last lines for
that limerick that Is in today's EVE.
MING PUBLIC LEDGER. OF course, 1t Is
something | never have INDUCED in be-
fore, but"
"Limcrck-thc EVENING PUBLIC
LEDGER limcrick?'
Over the face Of the gorilla there
Sprcad warm smile Of friendly under.
standing. lie drew from the inside
pocket of his coat Sheaf Of papers,
all covered with writing.
Say" he sad, sitting down beside
the bean sprout aud holding them out,
"ain't il funny how that stuff gets a
guy? Looka here. ! spent my whole
lunch hour on tn darncd things. Got
so tied up in en- I forgot to eat until
henrd tn clock strike tn hurry.
back"
4 Mistake Corrected
The human comma took the papers
and gave his own to the bull elephant
next TO him. For some minutes they
both read, with broad smiles on their
faces. Then the minus sign said:
"IBut you SEQ you have not under
stood this thing rightly. You are writ.
ing whole lim"rickS. That iS not what
they want.
The scale breaker looked up in sur.
mo-" he said. "What's tn idCc?"
"Why, they print every day a Inner.
lex with the last limo omitted. They
want US to furnish only that last line.
They don't want c"mplct" verses, Moth.
| Ing but that ono line. and they pay
one UINDRED DOLLARS for the
best last line sent in each day. Look
NJ pagc two of your paper there and
you will 50" it"
The standard ton weight reached
over ard picked up the newspaper from
tho floor whore he hnd thrown it in his
! first Outburst Of rage, He turned to
the second page, folded it over and be
gan reading the rules printed in the
/ two column box Mt the ton.
by golly," he exclaimed, "you re
right. Wonder how came to be such
boob ns to make that mistake, It's
plain enough h"r". They only want one
| line. Wait n minute, now; see II
cant get one better than yours though
] will say, mister, you've got couPla
birds here. Come on; we'll see II we
cant do better"
And together they scribblrd and
showed cnch other and laughed and
scribblcd again until suddenly the vol
CanO crupted.
"WcI I'm durned," he cried. look
ing ont e the window, II get off at
ChcItcn avenue and here we're five
blocks hcyou lt It's th' fault Of them
blamed limrricks.
SERVES YOU right, cackIcd the bcr-
tcrium. II would not have started this
at all-only | 60 all the way to the
end of the line, 10 am safe,
And say, concluded the conductor
who Qld about il. II heard the lines
those fellows wrote. They're sure
they re- going to win that HUNDRED
DOLLARS But they amt. How do
] know? Say, mister, wait till you Zee
the line | sent in