The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1921-08-22

Dy various QlmDle-W1ILeQ cOnCElDS VINO nave
recited it in the manner of nearly very poet
and prose writer from Longfellow to DR.. Frank
Crane. The following clever parody Initiated
cur fancy more than all the others. We pass
it on to you.
FRANKIE AND JOHNNY.
Charles W. Wood imasnes that Robert W. Service
or somebody might do it,
A hell of a yell in Dams hotel,
And out of the door she ran
And there on the floor in puddle of gore
Was the last remains Of a man.
That's all we heard and it's all we saw
And it wasn't much for court OF law
Except that we knew she was quick on the
draw
The woman we knew as Fan.
He was full of lead and fairly dead,
AS any one there could see:
So we put the in the garbage can
And wondered who he could be.
And went outside and looked around,
And nobody knows just what we found
Because the particular drinks we'd downed
Was bad for the memory.
Perhaps we ran right into Fan
With pistol smokin' hot:
Perhaps her song that he'd done her wrong
Referred to the guy who was shot
Perhaps she told a tale that's old,
OF lust and passion and greed for gold
But we were too drunk and the night too cold
To remember whether or not
Was back in the warm hotel;
And the boys were buying from Dan McGrew
Whatever he had to sell.
And the gal was singip' her roundelay,
Just like the place was a cabaret
In Portland, oregon, U. S. A,
Or maybe in Dover, Del.
And the lonesome bunch-each had bunch
He back in his native state,
Instead of stuck in the frozen muck
Up there by the Behring Strait.
And then the woman We knew as Fan,
She done a dance on the garbage can,
Hollerin' somethin' about her man
That is to say, her mate.
There's nothing1l touch gent so much
AS wine and woman and song:
And like as not, where the weather is hot,
They'll make good men go wrong.
But up in Alaska, cold and bleak,
When the boys have hit it up hard for week,
They're apt to succumb to virtuous streak.
With virtue that's fierce and strong.
Believe it or not that's exactly what
Now happened to Dan McGrew.
He reformed so quick that it made him sick
AS reformers so often do.
He was done with sin-he declared much
And strong for law and order and such:
And wouldn't the rest of us now go Dutch
Forsaking our badness, too?
We yields the point to the boss of the joint
Except for the woman named Fan,
Who continued to dance with an evil glance
On the top of the garbage can:
And she chanted a song of the bleak Yukon,
And how a particular friend named John
Had done her wrong-and thereupon
She had up and shot her
Twas shocking thing for girl to sing
On the where her lover lay bleeding:
And Dan McGrew cried: Mercy Who
Will stop this lewd proceedings"
So Dan puts up the place for sale
In order to raise sufficient kale
n hire a and PQ0Ow a iail
Which the city, he said, was needing
The reform, you may guess, was a huge
And it spread just like the flu: d.
And We combed the town from the tavern
down
To see what each could do
And we called for men with good intent
To erase the stain from the settlement
And arrest the woman who shot a gent
And serve on the jury, too.
Old Blooey Beard, he volunteered,
And SO did Jacob Kaime,
With eight or ten of his whaling men
Who claimed to know the game
And, all in all, twas elegant trile
And they found her guilty by more than mile
And condemned her to die in the latest style
For shooting Whatsisname
Before she died the defendant cried
That he honestly her man;
And repeated the song that he done her
wrong
The gent in the garbage can:
Whereat we all forgave, and forgot
But having already picked out the plot,
We eectrocuted her the spot
The woman we knew Fan.
MANY of our patrons prefer to personally
look after the securing OF minister ;" saws
local mortician.
Perhaps they also prefer to personally split
their own infinitives.
Sit Down, George, and Tell Us About It.
tFrom the Annawan Qll) NewsJ
George Billings was kicked by
horse week ago, which has caused
him considerable annoyance
LITTLE CAROLINE CASTOR lives in Mars !
ton, Ill. A decade hence we hone TO recorj her