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Show The Watts Variation. Alfred Watts, the young futurist poet, was lunching wilh his publisher at a Broadway restaurant recently, and while waiting for his bill he amused himself by matching quarters with his host. After several dollars had changed hands, the publisher looked through the window at one of those entertaining little Detroitobiles standing at the curb, and said, facetiously: face-tiously: "I'll match you for that car, Alfred." Mr. Walls tossed back his much-photographed much-photographed golden mane, and remarked, re-marked, with his characteristic drawl "Aw, don't be a piker! I'll match you for two dollars." |