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Show HAD WILD RIDE ON THE BINGSOF SATURN Man With a Jag Tells of a Recent Trip Through Space. He had just returned from an outing and the policeman found him climbing a telegraph polo at the corner of Second Sec-ond South and Main streets, Just as the city hall clock struck 2 In the morning. At each reach to got higher ho crowed Uko a rooster, and kicked off both shoes, declaring, "I'm fiyin', by heck; stan" fr'm under I " He was Qassoocd with the pulley V.ne of a nearby awning, and yanked to earth, where It was found he had a Jog of the order called "loo-loo," and imagined im-agined things. Awaiting the "hurry-up" "hurry-up" wagon, ho braced himself against tho pole, and said: Was a "Flying Injun." "Duck yer head, you fellers, I'm th' fiyin Injun, I am. I rlz on my chug wagon tonight, and sailed away toward th' sun, an' pooty soon I fetched up b old Mars. It's th' best country ever. Got a drink there, and fell off and whizzed out Into space, and steered fei old Mercury. 'Merc' Is a fine place, I tell ye. They gave me a highball, an' greased my wagon, an' 'away I came back toward old Earth again. I looped the loop over Panama, an' It put my waggln to tho bad, but I caromed on Mount St. Ellas an' flew the coop fer Venus. Gee, but It was a dandy trip. I found a lot of hoboes on Jupiter, lookln' for the man who promised' em a- Job on tho big pipes, with fares paid, an' ready to kick a bale o' hay outcn him. It all seemed natural enough till somo o' them Jupiter tramps tried to steal the tires off'n my wagon, and then I got mad an' started up fer Saturn. Sa-turn. Raced on Saturn's Rings. "When I got a-goln', the road seemed rough, on' I found I was runnln' over th' Milky Way and strlkin' fire at every clip. Gosh, but It was fine up thero! All the beauties of millions or suns shono out on me. an I passed th' shops where th feller makes Aurora Boreallse's ready for next winter. Jess as I was glttln near old Saturn I met a gang In a sliver-wheeler wagln, an I challenged him to race. He hooked her up and wo struck the rings of old Saturn, both at tho same time, an' we Jes' went hell bent, round and round, till, on tho fourth lap" He was fired into the patrol wagon, and the cop sat on him all the -way, wondering "what sort of stuff them real outing fellers drink, anyhow!" |
