Judge — February 5, 1921 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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| “AND THUS ALL DAY THE GALPERS TALK, WHILE JINKS GOES SCORCHIN ROUND THLE BLOCK” At Hay Center By Warr Mason Rateu Barton ] Ml istration by HE tidings traveled near and far, “ Bill Jinks has got ; 2 1 a brand new car! | The city dweller might invest in forty tumbrils | best, and thus would cut but little grass, for none would note him as he'd pass; the neighbors p in th ¢ next door would never know he had two score; the public prints would have no line concerning all his wa f | ho in a city dwells has litle hope of wearing bells; he’s like a little g and among the millions on the strand | But in the little country town it isn’t hard to gain renown Most anything a gent may do provides a rag that men may chew Bill Jinks has bought a brand new cart, and all the gaffers in the mart lay down their tools, their work they jump, and gather by the p. this strange announcement to discuss Bill ta brand r “+L sce just where Bill Jinks will enc is my friend, but I'm not blind to all his faults house he will waltz. it’s to the poor- He bought a car six years ago; what's wrong with it, I'd like to know? Because the paint is rather dim, it isn’t good enough for him; because it’s slightly out of style he 1 blow his pile for something strictly up to date; but has to goa mark his finish, watch and wait Says Smith, “Lt would be better far had Jinks just kept his : ancient car and paid the merchants what he owes for groceries and things like those. ‘Today I saw Lim order meat at Butcher Brown's, across the street; he went in haughty as a chief, and Whereat the butcher reared on ordered seven pounds of beet end, and said,‘ Let’s see your money, friend; unless you can pro duce the ¢ you get no ribs or tenderloin; you owe me seven bucks and you have gall that makes me sore.’ Wher- ever this man Jinks appears he’s chased by sweating profiteers to whom he owes some silver bones, and yet a brand new car he I'd rather walk on my two feet until I wear out all the m owns, street than ride around in pomp and state and know I owe most every skate Says Old Abe Gish, “ For quite a time there’s been a carnival of crime. My chickens had been borne away by some immoral, vici jay. [had the most attraetive flocks of pure-bred, fine haired Plymouth Rocks; I figured they would honors wear this autumn, at the county fair; but some one to my hen-house stept xl men slept, and bore away my precious It was a when Land other g fowls—you doubtless heard my anguished howls. mystery to me that anyone so vile eould be; Lcould not think of any gent who would on such a sin be bent. What was a mystery If this Bill Jinks can buy a before is now a mystery no more van, the answer is, he is the man!” And thus all day the gatfers talk, while Jink orching round the block in his new bus, all painted green, the smoothest And well he knows just what they say, as he goes speeding on his way; the knowledge keeps him feeling good; he knows that he is sawing wood. comicbooks.com