Them was the good old days, in Davenport, Scott County Iowa . 159. THEM WAS THE GOOD OLD DAYS And you didnt need no smilin coacher to clap his handsand say, Come on, fellers—get action on Smile—Smile—Smile, and when you come to them words, Smile, dontspeak em, but just smile. Honest, its awful to think of whatone of them sissy birds would have cominto him with the old gang lined up andprimed. But you couldnt help singin whenyou had real brew under your belt, andyou imagined you was fine and dandy. Why, in them days, a guy had to goto a masquerade or play Second street ona windy day to get an e
Them was the good old days, in Davenport, Scott County Iowa . 159. THEM WAS THE GOOD OLD DAYS And you didnt need no smilin coacher to clap his handsand say, Come on, fellers—get action on Smile—Smile—Smile, and when you come to them words, Smile, dontspeak em, but just smile. Honest, its awful to think of whatone of them sissy birds would have cominto him with the old gang lined up andprimed. But you couldnt help singin whenyou had real brew under your belt, andyou imagined you was fine and dandy. Why, in them days, a guy had to goto a masquerade or play Second street ona windy day to get an eyeful. Now lookat em! All the novelty has blooied. In them days, too, when a guy got canned at tli Ar-senal, or had his head chopped off at the City Hall for dointoo much work, he could open a saloon and invite his friendsand relations to drop in and shake the dice and blow theirjack in his joint, just to help him get rich. Hed say, Comeon, boys! Take sumpin on the house. He had a fifty-fifty setup for the big comeback if hedlay off the booze. Now what hap
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