The New York herald., 1921-11-27
Ramblin Round
BY EDWARD ANTHONY.

ANTHONY
Mother, there's comfort in brick, I fear
l can't obey
Sonny, l need that carving knife, don't
put il in your coat"
"Oh, motherIJ may need it soon, the pros
pect amt remote"
"Oh, sonny. has the Government declared
another WARP"
NO mother dear. they haven't but I need
these weapons, for
I'm going to dance
In Nckys Nickelette
The boys may fight bit tonight
And 1 am getting set.
Now, don't you worry, ma,
I'll bring the hardware back
AS good as new at one or two.
So long,
Your loving Jack"
"Oh don't the girls feel badly when you
fight around like that?"
Mother, they sit around and yawn until
we start a spat."
There's other ways of entertaining
maidens I believe
"Oh, mother, when the boys don't fight the
girls begin to grieve."
'This can't go on forever. lad, there may be
damage DONE"
"A bloody nose? Well, what of that? The
ladies think il fun!"
"Oh, put. those weapons down, my boy, be-
fore it is too late!"
"Oh, mother dear, concerning that humbly
beg to state.
I'm going to a dance
In Nickys Nickelette," etc
Well, WELL here come the boys now.
Why aren't they wearing sweaters? And
where are their caps? And why aren't these
girls bosterous? Surely these can't be
Bellies of the Bowery! They look more like
Fifth avenue
Ha! a hopeful sign at last. That fell
low over there has a bulging hip pocket.
We wonder what kind of revolver he's
carrying? From where we stand, it looks
like a pretty capable affair-.44 caibre at
least. And that's likely looking dagger
he's carving his finger nails with -.22 ex-
calibur as it were, if not more. This
gentleman is evidently the town cutup. We
shall have to keep our eye on him. He
ought to do some interesting things before
the evening Is over.
That's lively fox trot, il we ever heard
one. We shall have to dance, that's all
there's to it. But with whom? All the girls
seem to be dancing. Ha! here is girl who
isn't We shall ask her. May I"-but that
Is all she will let us tell her. I'VE will have
to be introduced by Mrs. -, The chaperon,
before we can dance 1t Is required" she is
saying.
Well, Of all things! If these nickel-a-
dance places aren't swell Wen eat block
of granite
Well, that's over with--the introduction.
The chaperon, charming middle aged
woman, has just performed the ceremony.
r T feels good to oe dancing But where
are all the gangsters? Oh, well it's
= only IL o'clock, busy hour for any
Woodworking member Of the porch-climbins
profession. Let's give 'em a chance
They'll drift in later
Our partner is q good sport. We have
stepped on her shins four times and she
hasn't called her gang. Gosh, that makes it
FIVE! It is bad business-stepping on
peoples toes. But we find consolation in the
thought that this makes us toe-dancer.
There is the gentleman with the bulging
hip pocket. When will he begin to shoot?
He is dancing toward us Gosh, he's COM
ing nearer and nearer. Wed better get out
of his way. Darn It, we're too late. A col
lisionl But we need not run. The gentle
man is not going to shoot us. He is apollo
gzingl
you'd better not let me bump into any
more people," observes our partner, who is
inclined to be stout, cor some one will cry,
Get the number Of that truck!'" The lady
hath wit.