Argosy All-Story Weekly, March 15, 1924 — page 122: what you’re looking at

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© * Tell 'em all erbout it! -‘SOCKER DOOLEY LEAVES THE FRINGE. ressing the funny bone of his right arm. The good left hand of Socker Dooley swung in one mighty arc, the fist at the end of it plunked against the same chewing utensils. Cohen sat on his own heels with an air of ° complete’ dissociation with mundane things. ‘“Go ahead, referee,” Socker challenged, as the man counted over the fallen Cohen. Make ’em see yuh been around too long ter be a sucker for a broken down pug!” The referee maintained a strict silence. There was a look of chagrin on his perspir- ing face, however, that might have told a lot to one who observed closely. “ Which end uh dis figger are yuh gonna carry?” asked Socker when the count was done. 2° They helped Cohen into his manager’s - arms. -““Y dunno how the hell you done it!” the executive assured Socker. “Why, kid,” Dooley retorted, “ dis boy uh yourn ain’t no fighter; he’s a musician. Didn’t yuh hear him playin’ on the floor. den?” u —U 751 In the dressing room the members of the fringe ran true to form. It took Socker Dooley nearly an hour to dress. When finally he had crawled into the old clothes he sought out Dink Murphy. “‘Here’s yer heirlooms, Dink,” he of- fered magnanimously. ‘‘ Dey come in handy, an’ I ain’t no piker. Come out tuh de office an’ Vl fix yuh decent.” At the office the winner’s share of the purse was found to ce three hundred and forty _ dollars. Socker’ fingered the bills Strangely. They meant clothes, food, comforts that had long since Hed his com- pany. He took fifty dollars and handed it to Dink Murphy. “ Gita pack of ciggies,” he grinned. Members of the. fringe accounted for an- other fifty before Socker had won his way. to, the street. “Yuh could come back easy, Socker,” the recipient of a ten dollar bill assured him. ‘Yuh got everythin’ yuh used ter have!”’ | “YT sure could at dat, Spotty—I sure could—if dey’d allus give me a referee dat’s been eround too long ter be a sucker!” U AT CLOSE OF DAY HEN I sit alone in the silence : That comes at the close of my day, © When my work for the time is ended, And the sewing is all put away, I can find many things I have slighted, Many words J haven’t said— And I think them all carefully overt So I won’t have to take them to bed. For of all unpleasant habits ‘* An oldish woman can find, _ «There is nothing more annoying ~ Than “ something on your mind.” , When vou lie awake in the darkness, Hours—and hours—and yet You can’t get rid of the memory Of something you’ve done—and regret. - Matilda Roome Duvall. comicoookks C@ im