Adventure Magazine Cover, November 10, 1924 — page 89: 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 87 And though no false hopes I'd be giving You might stick around for a while. I’ve watted for you with a heart that is true And who can say what might occur? My old man’s not well and you never can tell.’ And therefore, you see, since she’d waited for me, Pm patiently waiting for herl’’ ‘‘There’s nothin’ quite like love,” a slender-framed And wiry-muscled customer exclaimed, “It makes the world go round, or so they say, It sets men’s heads to whirlin’, anyway; It’s bound to get you some time; you can fly To any place you please, but by and by You'll go the way of others, sure as fate. Take it from me, I'll slip it to you straight. “For instance, there was Fred the steeple-jack, A friend of mine. That fellow had a knack For climbin’ that was marvelous, immense. He’d scale a buildin’ like you would a fence, Crawl up some fifty floors or so with ease, And balance on the flag-pole in the breeze. i, er But say, when he was near a pretty frail 2) 3 Or even one who’s plain, his face would pale, Wi % a: ah An’ then get red; he’d stammer and he’d choke; me er His bashfulness became a daily joke ay fet With all who knowed him. Why we used to claim Gl fs OF That when he sighted any kind of dame 3 WA Comin’ his way, he’d scamper up a wall Just like a squirrel does a tree—and all Our kiddin’ wouldn’t make him move a hair md Until the girl had went away from there. | “Gee Bisby One day while Fred is sittin’ with a bunch eee PG Of girder-monkeys that is eatin’ lunch, A girl blows by—she’s on a motor-bike— She stops an’ asks her way. Fred jumps, an’ like A monkey goes a mountin’ toward the sky, Up posts an’ trusses that was towerin’ high Above the street. The lady sees him go. ‘Why is it that he started climbin’ so?’ She asks the boys. ‘Lady,’ replies the crew, ‘He’s bashful an’ afraid to death of you.’ The lady smiles an’ kind of pouts, an’ then Says she: ‘I am not used to havin’ men Go fleein’ from me. Ask him to come down. He won’t come?’ she repeated, with a frown; ‘That’s very rude; if we could have a chat I’m sure he would apologize for that. T’ll go and see!’ She drops her bike, kerflop— An’ then before the boys could make her stop Swarms up a post as swift as lightnin’, Gee! That dame could climb; her legs an’ feet was free For she was dressed in knickers. Up she scrambled; Fred saw her comin’, an’ you bet he rambled To higher levels. Still the girl ascended, & e COMICLOOKKS.GO© = A)