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Show Chalky Finds the Her Deadlier Than the He BY JOHNNY BURKE. irj AV," shouts Chalky, hustin' in Jcs' after Walt. Peters has shook Ave sixes agin I'.lll Jen-f- klns'fi full. "Say. fellers," shouts that there blcached-out cave man, "I'm a pote." "You're a which?" asts Walt I'eters nuddint, lookln' like he don't gather all that Chalky's words means lo convoy. Everybody thinks that , Chalky's been catln' somethln' that's been dead too I long, but he won't stop aayln' he's a pote. "What for pome have you all writ?" asts Walt Peters, skeptical. "T done writ a. pome, same's Rudy Klp-lln' Klp-lln' an' Hull Calnc." says Chalky, lookln' solemn. "Don't you all guys reckon t kin write a pome as good as them Ihcro two?" he says. "Ef you couldn't write a better pome nor Hall Calne, I wouldn't never buy you noihln' agin," says Tilll .llnklns, who's some lltr'ry feller that way. "Jiul 1 doubts as ef you kin wrlle a pome like fludy," he says. "What's you're pome alwsut, Chalky?" he asts. "It's about the same thing them two " 'An Chalky, He Onwintls a Piece o. Paper Like Ho's Onrollin' His Laundry." has been writ In' pIecc-3 about," says Chalky, "an whal all tins wlmln in the country's been talkln' about an' scrap-pin' scrap-pin' about Sec, It's this way." says Chalky, confidential, now that he's got a count in the game. "It's like this," lie says. "Kiplin' he writes," he says, "a pome that says the wimin kin shoot stralghter n'r the men," be says, "an" consequent they's more deadlier n'r :. snake." he says. "An' Hall Cahic, he comes back at him with a pome that says we nln't ckecrd of the worst. Then Chalky he slurts to git. this out of his system: "When the Hockv Mountain peasant, wobbling home at gray of morn. Meets his tootsy -woolsy helpmeet, with look of glaring scorn; Walts nut for the brick to hit him, for plainly he can see That the female of his household Is 'more deadly than the he. "Whcil the ay and festive, piker tempts the tiger In his lair. Holds thrco small king-spots, with little Jacks a pair, And the other fellow's got four quoonlets, he doesn't chirp with glee, For the female of the jackpot is more deadly than lljo he. "When the lady skeeter biizzeth unlike the siinglcss male Sinks in her ten-foot plunger, leaves a bloody trail The victim writhes In anguish, but. to this he'll quite agree: That the female of the species is moVe deadly than tho he." "Say, Chalky," sings out. Bill McCarly, who's prcsldln .lodge on that. shlfL. "sa, yon palo-facc onvetreneralo, docs you all calculate you kin toic that there stuff I In yere an' hoi' a reasonable belt.st' that you klu git a.way with it alive"" That there outburst of Bill's kind o' throws the clutch Into Chalky'n pome business, an' he says he guesses he'll keep the rest of the verses, which they' nlgli onto a million of 'em 1 reckon, fer to recite to bis dawg, which can't git away right good, sceln' he's on'y got three lalps. ".Say. Chalky," says P.ill .llnklns, Impressive, Im-pressive, like ho's Chalky's father, "does 7 'rf ' ' "And the Other Fellow's Got Four Queenlets, He Doesn't Chirp With Glee, For the Female of the Jackpot is More Deadly Than the He." there wouldn't be no men 'less n there was mothers, or somethln like that an" now all the wlmin's talkln' about them two pote things," he says, "an' that's the reason why I writes a pome, 'causo I fl'gger that T kin beat 1 In.ll Calnc writ In" potu thin?., an' inebbe I kin He Klplln , lea si wise," I done tried." an' Chalky he onwlnds a piece o' paper like ho's onrollin' on-rollin' his laundry, an asts can he proceed pro-ceed to Inflict. We all says, cut loose, your wife know you done writ this here pome thing?" "1 could say plenty to the contrary," admits Chalky, benlnnln to look skoerl. "Well," says 13111, "ef you take our advice, ad-vice, you'll ditch It before the ear poes. At thai, I'm kind o' fer ye. Chalky, 'cause you till seems to hac a Inklln o' what you're talkln' about, which they's a. generous gen-erous proportion o' doubt in my miu' that them two others does." |