. The Goblin January 1922. When Passing a Bobby with a Flask onYour Hip Aint It Hell-- When you rummage through The attic, To find Something; —It doesnt matter what— But just something That you can pawn off on one of those people Who give you Encyclopedias, and Mufflers, And you simply must Remember Anyhow,— You look And sometimes cuss, Or make a noise like Santa Claus; But all you can unearth Is One slightly shopworn Crutch And one Cocktail shaker. Fond Widow (to Late Lamented, through a medium) —How did you like the wreath I placed on your grave?Late Lamented—Tickled stiff. Down the Ages I b

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. The Goblin January 1922. When Passing a Bobby with a Flask onYour Hip Aint It Hell-- When you rummage through The attic, To find Something; —It doesnt matter what— But just something That you can pawn off on one of those people Who give you Encyclopedias, and Mufflers, And you simply must Remember Anyhow,— You look And sometimes cuss, Or make a noise like Santa Claus; But all you can unearth Is One slightly shopworn Crutch And one Cocktail shaker. Fond Widow (to Late Lamented, through a medium) —How did you like the wreath I placed on your grave?Late Lamented—Tickled stiff. Down the Ages I bet these words full often fell,From Father Noahs tongue:They aint no doins round here now,Like they wuz when I wuz young. G-G-G Where does he get that stuff? Slim—Old Man Dewar is pretty well preserved for his. life Tim—He ought to be—hes been pickled nearly all his You are so big and strong; I am so small andweak. Please teach me something.

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