Show S I I l' l q I. I 1 Hl 1 C- C Tm Lm Tell By WALT MASON J fant nt Gessler said to Tell I do not like you very well upon mg ng g m my lid you did not bow as others did The man who will i flat fiat tat before the reigning tyrants tyrant's hat a traitor is to native land ays he should be canned You have a little son I know and Weld your good crossbow and so when seven weeks have sped i n apple from his head I give you seven weeks Bill Tell train rain in m hard and well welt Then Old Bill Tell got busy quick I span and spick he soon established where the mob 91 See him on the job And sporting writers filled his tent and r S thither went and rubbernecks assembled there until it seemed j jet w 4 and Eddie Old Bills Bill's little son son stood at the door and took I while his dad with cheerful grins was posting hourly bulletins V 0 when he had shot the fr fruit it from little Eddies Eddie's pot hed he'd f r he ic he Village Hall come coins one said Old Bill Tell come all alI alii- alii r r i in his stately hall hail remarked Old Bill has got his gall all how some smooth guys make ill ll II things serve to adver adver- 1 b Georce ceorge eone Matthew Motthew Adams Adam |