Adventure, February 20, 1922 — page 90: what you’re looking at

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88 3 Adventure —_ be-e-e-e-right, whar-r-r-room-m-m, bum, Dirty?” asks Magpie. bum, tweet, tweet, o’er me-e-e-adhows be- “Get things set, and I’ll do my dangest.”’ e-e-right, bum, bum, bum, tweet, tweedle, Then they cleared “everybody away, while we got ready. Me and Dirty and Scenery are all dressed in them gunny-sack _. I whirls just in time to see Magpie get - gowns, and have got our boots off. > kicked behind the knees by Maud S, who is They’ve got a big bunch of cactus and a ) = wharoom, whar-r-r-oom—— “Whoa, Blaze!” ie laying down. She must ’a’ just sort of lot of rocks, which they puts around to 5 cramped herself and then let fly with both make it look like a desert. Pete Gonyer = hoofs. is behind the back curtain, ready to take wr Magpie turns plumb over and goes out the cover off the moon, and then-_turn up = through the curtain and right into Mrs. the lamp. Maud S is making funny noises ss Smith, who is straining over “‘be-e-e-right;”” in her throat, but Dirty is setting on her - + and when they hit the platform she’s on head. , top. ‘“‘What’s the matter with her?” I asks. ee “From Spring to Fall!’’ yelps Mex Mason. *“‘Speed-crazy,” grins Dirty. “You cree-e-e-heep o’er me-e-e-adhows “Can yuh get her up at the right time, Mrs. Smith gets off poor Magpie, and lets “Get ready,” says Magpie. ‘Now, for - ; out a wail: gosh sakes, make this look real.” | -"Q-o-0-0-0-0-oh! Every time I try to do They blew out all the lights except one. es, something, some hammer-head comes bust- in the back of the room, and then pulled in’ along and spoils it!” the curtain. oe “Did you hit her on purpose?” Saena “What does she represent—a load of 5 Wick, standing up. dirt?” asks Pole-Cat Perkins. pee “Your —— mule—” begins Magpie, “That’s a of a thing to ride thirty __ foolish-like. miles to see,’”’ opines “Windy” Wilkins. - Ze “You done it on purpose!” howls Mrs. ‘‘Where is the moon?” squeaks Scenery, Smith. in a whisper. ‘‘Pete, where in-—— are ae Wick believed her, I reckon, cause he yuh?” throwed his drum stick right at poor Mag- “Aw, ——!” groans Pete. _—_—pie. It was a good shot. It came right yuh turn out this lamp?” through the hole in the curtain and it hit “Tt was lit when I left there!’ snaps Mag- “Magpie, did Judge Steele on the bridge of hisnose. The pie. ‘You must ’a’ blowed on it.” old boy sort of got dignified acting. ad -_-_ cons’tution.” “This is one funny game. 5 making gestures and working his lips, but —_ blowed on it.” there ain’t no words. Pretty soon he stops, seems to listen, and then he says, soft-like: Fo COMES a little bit of light, and I feels Scenery climb to his feet.. There he stands in the gloom, pointing up = “Knocked back seven years,” says Dirty, aa down and sidewise, and then he squeaks: _ awed-like. ‘“‘That’s what he said the time “Lo, there brineth a slight—uh—slineth oe he was my lawyer, and that was seven years a bite—I mean—a—a—lineth a—let’s go to ee “Guilty? Why, gentlemen, that man is as innocent as a new-born baby.” ee ago.” it—uh—to it.” ‘The crowd out in front are talking loud, “Haw! Haw! Haw!’ howls somebody. and I know danged well that there’s going ‘Pete Gonyer’s lightin’ the moon!” to be trouble if we don’t keep going. Mrs. I turns and takes a look. There is Pete Smith comes waddling in, follered by Ma- at the back of the stage. “T never blowed on nothin’! ‘“‘Wonderful,” says Dirty. ‘Wonderful “Haw! Haw! Haw!’ roars Art Miller. Like a minstrel The judge just walks around the stage, show. Pete, ask him why he thinks yuh 9499 > He’s got the ene tilda and Magpie. cover off the moon, and is trying to get the = Mrs. Smith is sore as a boil. old lamp to light. =~ “T will not sing another note,” she de- “Dang it!” he howls. “I’ve turned the ie clares. “Every time I start to do anything wick plumb into the bottom!” in public “Whoa, Maud!” howls Dirty. ‘Help me Pag “Maud S is getting restless,” states hold her, Ike!” - Scenery. “We better pull off our act.” I turns, and there is Maud S standing on an = Z ae (E(@) an) = ie . a a (Eo)