Argosy All-Story Weekly, April 19, 1924 — page 94: what you’re looking at

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

564 both sides, and nowhere was the girl visible. Had she turned in at another gate to linger and see if she was pursued? Phil paused uncertainly, but as the mo- ments passed and she did not reappear, his anxiety increased. What if she were to cross through a neighboring estate and strike off along the main road? What if she had telephoned from the Manor to have a car take her to heaven knew where? ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY, At last in desperation he hurried forward, but when at last he reached the boundary of the Manor and the high stone wall gave place to a thick hedge, the girl stepped suddenly through it and confronted him. ‘Good morning, M. Philip of the Shad- owers!” She burlesqued her own accent of the previous day. ‘‘ We both leave this so charming spot, it appears; shall we not travel together?” TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK U U U Lv} THE POINT OF VIEW Bit BILGER was a shipping clerk, Who often, as he walked to work, Was forced to dodge the motors which Whizzed past him, filled with idle rich. And as a frantic leap he’d make, He’d cry: “ Say, you, for goodness sake! Why don’t you blow your horn, you clown, To keep from running people down? Confound these autos, anyway! The people’s lives ain’t safe to-day! The way they race ’em through a crowd— They simply shouldn’t be allowed! It’s time the poor man had the call— The rich should have no rights at all!” One day Bill Bilger’s uncle died, And left him well with cash supplied; And Bill’s first purchase was a great New car, in which he rode in state. Then, as he ran it down the street, And scared pedestrians off their feet, He’d glower at them and gruffly shout: “Confound you! Why don’t you look out? Are you a pack of blind men? Say! What rights have you got, anyway! You make life dangerous in this town! ’Twould serve you right to run you down! Down with the proletariat! What good are you? Come, tell me that!” The world is full of Bilgers, who Completely change their point of view With Fortune’s star! And, oh, this life’s a different hive To those who dodge and those who drive The motor car! Paul West. MICLDOOKS (S@) (S@)