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Show ON THE ROAD TO MANDALAY. (Mr. Kipling up-to-date.) A motorist has arrived at Mandalay, Burmah, having covered. 4,914 miles in India and Burmah in an automobile. He reports the roads very muddy mud-dy and rough, except In the cities. (Daily Paper. Pa-per. In an old Moulmein pagoda, lookin' east'ard to the sea, There's- a Burmah girl a-settln'; she's a-waltin' there for me. Sue's forgotten Joramy Atkins an' 'is thin red 'ero line, For she's dippy now on motors, an' sweet Splaw-lat's Splaw-lat's mine. On the road to Mandalay, Where tho bike cops don't get gay; Where there ain't no speedin' limit, You can't speed in Mandalay. O! her petticoat's still yeller, but it's spattered now with mud. Every rickshaw coolie shudders, an' ho swears by Great Gawd Budd That the Juggernaut's a plaything when compared with Supy's car, Supy's "Mandajay Man-Eater" with its nickelled stoorlng bar. When the mist is on the rice Holds an' the sun 's drbppln' slow, She don't take her little banjo; she just climbs In tho tonneau. From In front I catch tho flavor of her whackln', white cheroot, But there ain't no time for kissin' you should see us shoot the chute. What's the use o' wastlu' tiros on a gritty asphalt street? J I Why not mte to where the Irrawaddy ripples in , the heat; Where ther ain't no Ten Commandments, an there ain't but one garage, go don't break down north of Rangoon in your benzine equipage. 0! the Bandar-Log is shrieking in his clash-transmission style, An' the temple bells is ringin', crost the river, 'bout a mile, An' I feels for Tommy Atkins in 'is little barrack While we're tootln' the Man-Eater, Supy's motor, down the Mall. An' when that's all shoved behind me, far away, an' long ago, An' no tourin' car can struggle through the Irra-waddy's Irra-waddy's dough, Wrap me with my chauffeur's goggles in a Brahmin Brah-min overcoat, An' let Supy gurgle softly, as she hustles out to mote. On theroad to Mandalay, Where the bike cops don't get gay; Where there .ain't no speedin' limit, You can't speed in Mandalay.. New York Sun. |