The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-08-10

kind of cute damfool You're nice kid, an don blame Katy for bein' goggle-eyed over you. . Say, why don't you go an take these here flowers-Iu keep one an wear 1t in my hair; an this here candy--after mooch handful-an' go bring its to Katy? shelT give you one popeyed slant out Q them sad, bohunk eyes O her'n, and float out of window an reach aroun' for the imaginary harp."
 "Yeh--I should give that bimbo presents yet. an have her on my neck the rest O my life. She runs me enough now when I'm treat her like man. Oh, boy. oh-h-h, boy. Oh. boyeyy-y. No, she couldn' take that Kind of choke. She'd go start maxim weddin' clothes. Them fawraners they ain got no sense of humor like that. By them, man smiles on q girl, right away their worries is over. I eouldn' giff her no such idses like them. I'd have to chump the country-or marry her" ], "why not marry herr She's sweet little tramp an she'd make you fine, funny. Iovin' wife. I'll be maid of honor"
 .Youll be no maid an it ain no honor. ain ready yet to take no katies Maybe want yet to SOW my rolled oats"
 "Do what with your which7 Gus--you ain step pin aroun'? You ain't pettin partyin' with none O them gold-diggin cig'rette girls or them bobbed bandits in the eheckroomf"
 Don make me should laugh mineself into con- sumtion. That cigarette burglar what's on days she's got broker an she comes to work in lemon zine. That good-lookin' one with the gold teeth what chuggles hats, she holds out on the checking trust enough to start better rest'runt than this one. They got no time for no bussers; an got no time for no scrup-dups. No more than what you got time fer me, Missus Eff1yn."
 "Then-where you gonna SOW that breakfast food, GustatoriusH" ' "Say-it gifts life outside bum choint like this too In mine boarding house liffs two sweeties what they work in a launtry. An they're some speedy chanes, too An one of 'em thinks the kid here is the weasel's mackiutoshes, too. How you like that for top holeT
 Well, you got all the laundry slang sure 'nough. So somebody's went an sowed somethin'?" =
 "Bet you my life say--on sunday-wel, you Wouldn' be int'rested."
 "oh-wouldn I? Amt I your guardeen, the keeper O your bank account your social sec'etary sn' your confidential manager?"
 "Not on Sundays. On Sundays you're with that gink Stevens. out in the audo, holding maybe hands"
 These days when a girl goes out in a auto with q guy she's got to hold his hands, Bussicus. But that alibi don get you out. Becus I'm goin' to the kennels isno call for you, respectable, freckled Christian, to cast off an drift into life O de- bauehery with a couple O nifties out of laundry"
 "coud that be so? Well, Katy she don look good by me an I'm don look so peachpte by you, so maybe what I'm do with mine life it's by me my. own bitEness, could it?"
 "It could most emphatically not. If ketch any colarpolishers manglin my Gussie's heart I'll bend 6 chairles over their pertinent waves"
 ''Well, you got wrong again These ladies' they're on flat work"
 "oh, nApkinengineers, huh? They aint even artists-jus mechanics"
 "They get six thalers a dAy-when they're worF ofertmes-and they got queer idee I'm the white haired pampino, efen if I got red hair. They don talk English no better'n what do so they don laugh on me say--when I take Minnie for a bus ride she looks chus like you when that Stevens he blows his horn for you in his shiny roatster maybe