Argosy All-Story Weekly, May 3, 1924 — page 72: what you’re looking at

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

862 Freckles O’Ryan was rather late in get- ting to the bunk house that evening, but all the boys, nevertheless, were waiting up for ' him. They knew when he was coming, too, for they heard his rollicking barytone a good hundred yards off. He did not cease sing- ing either, when he made his entrance. In- stead, he went to his bunk, got out his banjo, and gave them the type of concert he had been wont to give them before the advent of the Birds. During a lull in it, caused by the breaking of a string, Ed Man- ney could hold back no longer. “Well,” he said, with a shake of his U U ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. head and a cynical leer, “I reckon y’u kissed her other hand to-night, huh?” For once, the sophisticated woman hater did not draw fire, because most of the boys were about as anxious as he was. Freckles O’Ryan completed the task of replacing a broken string, then he raised a face that was all grin. “Her hand, heh?” he laughed blissfuly. ‘“‘ Say, is that where yuh think a hombre that’s engaged kisses her? No, sir; I’m go- in’ to hit for town in the mornin’ an’ buy the ring with the money I won on the ball game!” Lv} U GOOD TIMBER HE tree that never had to fight For sun and sky and air and light, That stood out in the open plain And always got its share of rain, Never became a mighty king, But lived and died a scrubby thing. The man who never had to toil, Up springing from the common soil, Who never had to win his share Of sun and sky and light and air, Never became a rugged man, But lived and died as he began. Fine timber does not grow in ease; The stronger wind, the sturdier trees; The farther sky, the greater length; The more the blow, the more the strength; By sun and storm, by rain and snows, In tree or man, good timber grows. Where thickest stands the wooded growth We find the patriarchs of both; And they hold converse with the stars Whose shattered branches show the scars Of many winds and of much strife— This is the well-known law of life. Carlos C. Hanks, cComicloool CO