Show had beer to spare when the whistle blows at 12 every workday a boy starts out from a factory near forty third street and third avenue with six or eight empty 6 prowlers grow lera lers strung on an a tick in a third avenue saloon the prowlers growlers grow lers lerg are filled with beer on friday as the boy was crossing the avenue wl 1 I h the at groI prowlers growlers grow lers ers filled he gave all his ills attention to getting out of the way of a southbound car and didn dian t notice one northbound until it was too late to escape the fonder fender struck him and he was vas sent sont sprawling rawling ap the boy the fender and the dashboard were drenched with beer the boy was not hurt but when he managed to crawl out of the fender net not and saw the i reck reek of hit gawl era ers and surveyed the wetness of tho the landscape and thought of what would be said to him at the factory he was as wild say you bip bir chump he celled to the motorman ill bust bour our head it if I 1 catch you down my street youve spilled 1 cents worth of beer 0 the motorman looked at nt the drenched kid hid at the i et fender and at tho the dripping dashboard then his bright irish ees cues twinkled sonny said ho he til id give sixty cents if I 1 had as much beer about mo me as you have now 1 new york press |