Show Just Folks Forks By EDG EDGAR A. A GUEST iTHE THE OLD HOT DOG V WAGON AGON I Before the hot dog had grown I stylish when of ot friends it had only a few Before Belore it was w rigged upon toothpicks toothpicks toothpicks tooth tooth- picks as a bit tid-bit for lor rich folks to chew When I was was vas wasa vasa a fledging reporter and a nickel was often my ray myall myall all I used to climb into a wagon down there thero by the old city hall hail For there about midnight for supper supper supper sup sup- per the boys of at the paper would meet And a hot dog with mustard or radish in those days was something to cat We knew of its succulent flavor before it was known to the crowd We were the friends of the hot hotdog hotdog hotdog dog before it grew haughty and proud We sat there and talked the tho day over That wagon with friendship vias was stored There I first met a 8 fellow called Henry He told me rae his last name was Ford And he had the eye of a dreamer He was making an automo automo- bile bUe But how could we know in that wagon what time would so swiftly reveal Now the hot dog has come into fashion It Itis is something on toothpicks to to- serve From domes made of slIver silver and I cry crystal tal and called by th the women hors le dou The wagon wagon has gone from the corner In windmills and castles and grills The hot dog the countryside over entices our dimes into tills But round it no memories linger such as as those which I fondly fond fond- ly Jy recall When the boys used I to meet moet in th that t wagon down there by bythe bythe the old city halL hail Copyright 1936 Edgar dg r A. A Guest |