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Show ';-'::'' . BTJr.L.KrwiiAif.v - - Once upon a time there was a rummy who -wanted to be great and hare his phiz in the hall of fame and feel the pulse of the world, likewise Its ma zuma. , . 1 , .; . , v, -. So the ltd with .the ambish hiked to a nearby cesspool of sin and tried his hand in ladling out the dope to the bunch of unsuspecting dead ones. He had high and lofty ideas, all same sweet young girl graduate, but the wise guy of the eity desk growled that he wasn 't running a ladies home journal nor a nursery magaeine, but that he wanted the dope, and nothing .but the dope. Then the rummy got next to himself. He never Was very heavy on the stuff they call the higher thoiight. He always was better on corn beef an' thsa in doing , the power behind the throne stunt at so much per stunt; So he handed out the real dope, the stuff thai hit the hoi-polloi in the midriff, mid-riff, the dope that got next to the common herd, as it were. Then the rummy got ori-eyed, hit the pipe a few times, slung out a bunch of hot-stuff for the merry ha-ha, and became Lydla Pinkhamized. . . That rummy was George Ade, humorist, slangist, farmer, traveler, HOosierv and comic-operaist. George and hia two yards of creased trowsers blew into town yesterday on his way to God's country (Indiana) front California. , Before he could do the gum-shoe stunt he was pinched by. a lot of friends and wined and dined and antded and tabernacled to a fare-ye-welL Then he took the evening choo-choo for Denver, with a sort of the morning-after-taste in his mouth. . . - ... Moral To be famous, write slant. r ' " ' ' " |