The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1922-11-23
illwater, Minnesota, Thursday, November q, 1922.

l told Stcvie that the chump was on the
pork but he says that it's merely a business
proposition. In the end he won, and we
hooked my thimbe to raise the mazuma.
Didn't make much difference anyway as
bought the watch in one of these dollar
down d-dollar-when-you- -catch-me places
and they haven't caught me for the second
one yet. Besides there's another one down
on Fifteenth street, where they don't know
me.
Four days later we got another letter
saying that the first thousand copies were
OF the way; also that the company needed
fifty bucks to place the song on the market.
Right then and there decided that there
is money to be made in the song publish
ing business and that me and Stevie are
wasting our time dishing out Devils De-
lights to peroxide and natural blondes.
But do you think Stevie would listen to
reason? Not much-he was off upstairs to
see what we had for Uncle Sol. He
picked my fur-collared benny that set me
back sixty fish. Sure, l raised beef but
there was as much chance of winning an
argument from him as there is of the
Statue of Liberty doing the highland fling
with Columbus on the bagpipes.
And then to top it all he was so excited
over his coming prosperity that the gave
a broma to a fat dame that wanted Bos-
ton Breeze. Up to the Old Mans harem
on the second floor she waddled; the boss
comes down to bawl Stevie out. He
lGoked like sure winner at first until
Stevie got mad. Then words were ex-
changed in three languages, English, Jew
ish, and cuss. Mr.. Webster could have got
few pointers on new ones, too In the
end Stevie got the air and the boss got
natural gas. BY the time someone started
a racket we were rounding the Brandei's
corner and making Whiskaway's best time
look like tractor record.
Sure l chucked my job, too was get
ting about ready to hit the trail anyway
the bluebirds were singing and the rock
candy mountains and lemonade springs
producing. If you don't barley Von those
terms just ask the next bo that does a
family man out of work, at your door,
Besides, there was my benny. About the
only way 1 could get it out of soak was to
get job as Prohibition Enforcement Off
Ger, or buy gat and turn income tax
collector.
When we got home Mrs. Murphy
handed Stevie a package. 1t was the one
thousand copies. They looked all right ex-
cepting the cover which would have gone
over big if it was entitled, "a Hop Heads
Dream" Nothing would satisfy Stevie but
that Mrs. Murphy would sit down and run
it over on the organ. By the time she
reached the chorus we both knew that
baby would sure need lot of friends to
get an outrage like that across. Yes, sir;
Stevie was the prize boob with me as ac-
cessory. Stevie suggests that we blow to
Chi to see Mr.. Van Post and l seconded
the motion. Our clothes could stay in
hook as Mr.. Pullman neglected to provide
racks for grips in the kind of car we were
going to travel in. SO we box-carred into
Chi, arriving with faint aroma of stock
yards about us, which gave us an air of
local atmosphere.
We found the address, all right. We
d;dp,+ xy,sta ,p,, time on tho nreI;,p;n ,r;.s
but sashayed right on in for the main
event. There was guy page g, Col. 81