Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 165: what you’re looking at

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

‘at his appearance. - pened tuh yuh? t CROSSWORDS AND COW HANDS. and other marks of conflict, Link never- theless grimly took his place at the break- fast table with four weary cow hands. He pretended not to notice the covert grins He wondered if the quartet had any inkling of the truth. “Brought back yuhr new beaver with us,” ventured Stubby Larkin. ‘“* Yuh left it at the hall last night.” ‘* Thanks.” “Was yuh in a scrap with somebody, Link?” queried Pete Brown. ‘ What hap- Why did yuh leave the hall?”’ “ Yuh jaspers oughta be good at nadie yuh’ve been workin’ them crossword puz- THE G 475 zles so long!” harshly returned the foreman. “Try and find out!” Stubby Larkin and Speck Hasty. grinned in a suddenly sheepish way, but Doc oNe ing’s next words told everything. ‘We're working on a puzzle now,” he asserted. ‘‘ We hope to find a nine- letter proper name in two parts that means a noble, brave hero riding to the rescue of distressed damsels, and—” Doubtless it was rude and unmannerly of Link, not to say uneconomic and wasteful. Yet the fact remains there wasn’t a drop of sirup left for the hot cakes after the foreman had neatly bounced the can container off of Doc’s intellectual forehead. END THE ARGOSIES BOVE the roofs in every street The aerials lift against the.skies Their slender masts; like some vast fleet Of silent, sailless argosies, Freighted one knows not how nor why Or if earth lighter them or sky. 1 look, the dull brick houses wear The same look they have always worn; Their shades are drawn halfway with care, Their doorknobs shine. And yet, is borne Through those staid walls this wild new thing! Across their roofs far places sing! The rub we envied Aladdin Was toil compared to this; one small Swift turn of wrist, and lo! within A stuffy room the wide world’s call! Or, waving o’er one bedfast long The magic healing wand of song! The trolleys clang, the big trucks pull, A huckster goes from door to door, The children saunter home from school, The same old city scenes, no more, And all the while, against the skies Those still, mysterious argosies! Grace H. Sherwood. (E(0) > Xe comicbooks --% es