The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1921-09-15


yum for one day and haven't made good beat
a mile. Attend: land Cactus has divine
right to split infnitives as often she
pleaSes-)
DEAR MAC
I'm BACK
Amt that gem, Mac? an exquisite, elu-
sive. subtle, magic, symmetrical. perfect hefuva
gem? And don't you think it ought to be
awarded the Battenberg pancake So please
pass the syrup
hunlbly yet thankfully convey my appreciation
of all the nice little compliments, near-compli-
ments and other divers favors bestowed by
your generous hand. l thank yuh, thank
yuh And who but one with the far-seeing
vision of a poet could gaze deep into the dim,
distant future and in the magic thereon glimpse
such a picture would make them exclaim:
BLESS the little Cact1i' And thanks Tor tha1,
too, and 1 appreciate it just as much as if 1t
were applicable at the present writing.
And, did you see where c. E. H. has busted
into the ChiTribune? /, too, had missed his
lovely thoughts lovelily expressed. I'm sure
he's the one whose two-stanza poem was print
ed in the ChiTribune one day last week. as it
sounded just like him, which is circumstantial
evidence, and do YOU s'pose I'll ever receive
from you a postgraduate diploma inscribed
with your seal:
From here you're done
You son of a gun"
Anyways, not sending anything in lately.
was just wondering would it be humanely pos
sible that L would get PACED, but no 1 wasn't
sweet Young life shipped in the first chapter
and the book shut with bang! But then,
STILL maybe you was just thinking was up to
more mischief and If so, your Sheriocklan in
buttons was amply rewarded and attached is
the reward. Mac, I believe in preparedness.
SO before you read the attached I'll give you
antidote. In pursuing the attached night
mare if you should quickly feel the need of
fresh air, my best suggestion would be for
you to slip out the second story of the Argus
building and quickly scale the flagstaff and let
the cool moist air blow through your brain
cells and air 'em out good and blow through
all the partitions and etc and then maybe you
can finish same. Anyways if you're completely
up against it for days vacation maybe the
attached would fill up rs agate or stony lines.
know it for a fact if you do print it I'll
probably have to take quite extended vaca-
ton myself.
The Dismal Wall of a Copper Trail.
Say, listen, old top, to the tale of cop
OF the species called traffic police;
Oh, love their dear hearts when they shove
the gas carts
Along Ike a flock of wild geese;
But they'll lift up an arm to display there's
In merriIy skidding along,
When quick as flash they will make a wild
dash
And tell you you're all in the wrong!
You should have gone this way instead OF that
which way
You don't know straight forward from back;
They make you shift gears till you're ready
for tears,
And your face it begins to turn black!
In your sudden mad stop at command of a cop
Your machine will hike up on its rears,
Afraid of this clown with his terrible frown, !
Till your own sweet assurance it hears.
His roars and his thunder are brimfuI of
wonder,
You'd think he had boils on the brain;
You begin to just see how happy you'd be
If you owned a nice horse or train.
One day in the city. one smiled at me-pretty, |
l tainted completely away!
And when l start-(for I have a weak |
hearO
Away from that corner 1 stay.
One night when I'd been in that awful mad !
And the cops had been driving me mad,
had dream vision delightful, Elysian
And this is what made me so glad:
A pestilence swept DER the land,
Its raVageS were quickly famed
Through the wide domain of the traffic cop |
And every one to his death did flop;
A mighty army did they look
AS in single file their way they took
And marched along, ten thousand strong |
Straight for the streets of gold!
St Peter stood guard at the pearly gates, |
And when the coppers inquired their fates |
He said: "Skidoo. for all of you
This is no place for such crew."
So right about face they turned around
For regions far, far underground
And trod the hot bricks with their calfskin
kicks
And yelling: Here we can stay,"
But Satan said: Revenge is sweet
I'd like to sizzle all your feet
But such fate would be too tame a
For bunch with your notorious name
l can't afford to jeopardize;
My Satanic Paradise;
You'd bring disgrace to my coy place
So quick shake leg out OF here!'
So then they took to the ocean wave
The watery deep to nobly brave
A ship they built to be their home
In which for centuries they could roam:
But the waves were up to their same old
trick
And every cop got deathly sick;
ana the crabs in their shells started rails |
ing helsbels
AT this saVory goulash downpour ,
ITO Be Continued in Tomorrow's Issuel
Here's nickel for the poor duck that's nm
against missing out the Tombstone Dent
IND the bal OF the unimportaut news
Oh by the way, IL anyone ever starts to tell
you who am, for goodness sake stop m vonr
'ars and start to run, as I DON'T want You to
A1o" VINO De- GAG.