Judge — January 22, 1921 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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On Thet Posey County Branch Line By H.W. Davis N thet ol’ jerkwater branch O line down in southern In- dianny, With its leaky, rattlin’ injun an’ them cyars uv long a) I shud like t’ take a ride agin with ol’ conductor Danny, An’ jog along frum noon tel night fer forty mile or so On thet ol’ jerkwater line, Whur companionship is fine, I shud like v bump along’agin An’ loosen up my spine Th’ towns yuh stop at down thru thar ain’t noted in the nation, But they're good enuf—thar's Cynthianne an’ Farmersburg an’ Knowles An’ Poseyville Station— an’ Solitude an’ y Rowen Lewes Want To co To THE THOSE PEOPLE OUTSIDE Tuar’s witat LCaLt RANK EXTRAVAGANCE.” rare ol” tT Mountses ARE ACTING Wwixpow Th’ train crew knows which one is next by markin’s on th’ poles. “Cynthianny, Indianny Bawls out o conductor Danny, sit a move on, thar Mis Willyums, With y’r twins an’ Meg an’ Fanny.” Tom Moots hez got th’ flu agin, an’ Charley Mounts an’ Polly Nira gona move t' Arkansas ef they kin sell next spring An’ Sarrie Ellen Ware An’ her feller, Goley Fair, Hez busted up ‘cause Goley’s Got a French gal “over there.” George Wiggin’s kids hev got th’ mumps an’ Marth herself is ailin’; ‘They’re gona hev_ eclecrish lights et Rapture; an’ fore long Them few whut ain’t got cars (or Fords) ‘Il likely be a sailin’ In a airyoplane er sumthin’, ef th’ signs ain’t pointin’ wrong. An’ gosh a’mighty darn! e heerd about thet barn Si Ramsey is a buildin’? Gosh A’mighty DARN! MOVIES WHEN ALL SO FUNNY, RIGHT V tr, Annes! I've rode in them plush Pullmans whur th’ porter’s even frigid, An’ th’ folks reads blackguard magazeens an’ flashes phony rin, They never hev a word t’ say but set so cold an’ rigid, Th’ folks thet rides thet ol’ branch train is friendly like an’ jolly; There's lots uv news ‘bout crops an’ pigs an’ sales an’ ever'thing— Drwen by Crrsten 1. Ganoe CAN YOU BLAME HIM FOR LOOKING MOVIE DIRECTOR DEMANDED A RE-TAKE? taste (Gor PLEASED WHEN THE A-gazin’ out th’ winder, bored t’ death with all their things. Thet’s why I’m fer thet branch line, Whur companionship is fine, I jes’ want a’ bump along agin An’ loosen up my spine. An Old Man Sitting in the Sun By Crartes Hasson WIIENEN ER I see an old man sitting in the sun, His youth forever done, I think of the rich, long years that he has known, And now, alone, alone, He has time to dream of the past, Happy, contented at ast. Towxe There is only one thing 1 would wish for him, Now that his eyes are dim; His wife being gone, and his children dead, And snow on his head, I would wish he had a crony to love, All others above. A crony who knew, with him, those early years Crowded with tears And laughter, and song, and toil, and rain And sufficient pain, A crony to slap on the back and laugh with, and say, “We lived—in our day!” For it’s lonely enough when the house is very still And the light’s on the hill And it’s lonely indeed when the young drift by one’s door, Waving no more To an old man sitting in the sun’s bright gold . . I tell you, we need a crony when we are old! comicbooks.com