Adventure Magazine Cover, November 10, 1924 — page 73: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Tales of the Hot Dog Tavern 71 Buit—go on an’ take it,’ says he, ‘Though sorry I am it must be.’ “Well, Big John O'Farrell escaped from his peril An’—went back to booze that was red, But after each drink of the whisky he'd think of The words that the doctor had said, ‘Me stomach,’ John sighed, ‘is demandin’ the rye, Me conscience says beer, and I’m driven to try To satisfy both, so it’s two drinks I buy Where one used to do me instead, Before I was sick in me bed.’ “And that 1s the carol of Big John O'Farrell Who chased every whisky with beer, And that’s why his name 1s so well known and famous The way that it ts around here, So draw up the whisky an’ beer by the barrel And drink John O’Farrells to Big John O'Farrell.” Laughter resounded when the tale was done; Many a coin upon the counter spun. Bill filled the glasses which were heard to clink To John O’Farrell, patron of a drink Combined of liquid flame, and followed then - By frothing beer to put it out again. Meantime old Joseph, silent, bent and drab, Busied himself behind the marble slab Whereon from noon to midnight, year to year, His “Hot Dogs”. broiled, and filled the atmosphere With rich aroma. It was Joseph’s fare Which he watched over with such loving care, That helped to give the Hot Dog Tavern fame Or local reputation—and a name. Old Joseph’s counter had no china fine, No silverware of delicate design; Nothing at all, in fact, except the squat And quite utilitarian mustard pot, From which one dipped the contents, smooth and thick, And swabbed it on his sausage with a stick. But when for eight long hours you’ve held a hammer Against the rivet-ends in all the clamor Of boiler-shop or ship-yard; when you stand With tongs grasped firmly in your skilful hand And toss red rivets through the circling air To crews that swarm about you everywhere, You’re not meticulous, for you will gain A hunger that treats nothing with disdain; And fare like Joseph’s, savory and hot, Goes quite precisely to the proper spot. Thus from the time the quitting-whistle blew Until the Hot Dog closed, there was a crew Of hungry workmen clustered near the slab Where Joseph stood; and avidly they’d grab COMICLMOOKKS.GO© 5}