Them was the good old days, in Davenport, Scott County Iowa . n or eighteen years old—all fedup on dancin, love, clothes, vamps, and pichers, and dis-gusted with tiresome people, and particularly parents. Thegabby bobbed blonde is givin first release of the troublesof herself and a girl friend while shootin the circuit the nightbefore. She chatters fluent slanguage, and she may be eithera laundry queen, a cigar packer, or a hi-sweetie. Her wearybobbed brune chum is a good earplayer, gettin this first-runstuff: We bloused into a nosebaggery with a flat-wheeler anda boiler factory, and they hit
Them was the good old days, in Davenport, Scott County Iowa . n or eighteen years old—all fedup on dancin, love, clothes, vamps, and pichers, and dis-gusted with tiresome people, and particularly parents. Thegabby bobbed blonde is givin first release of the troublesof herself and a girl friend while shootin the circuit the nightbefore. She chatters fluent slanguage, and she may be eithera laundry queen, a cigar packer, or a hi-sweetie. Her wearybobbed brune chum is a good earplayer, gettin this first-runstuff: We bloused into a nosebaggery with a flat-wheeler anda boiler factory, and they hit the dopesheet for the bostonchow that a goofy greaseball served as we listened in on theirfeathers and clothesline scandal. A kippy pair of oilcans,Ill say! So we made the blow and gave em the air, andthen crashed a jazz-garden where a flock of sub-chasers anddumb-doras were rattlin their dogs. We lined up a braceof Goldstein strangle-holders, who were the cats pajamasand bees knees—if you went for there blaah. I went goofy 89 THEM WAS THE GOOD OLD DAYS. %\ m^/ ^tW/^ ?^ C^P ( ^ \ / i A r u, TOMATO over one toppy wally, and while neckin with him I ghmmedPercy foxin it with his new tomato, and servin the applesauce. Some rugshaker for that bell-polisher, Sis! Woof! Then I jazzed a whirl with a cake-eater on parole,but sluffed him for a fluky corn-shredder with a flat tire, whoditched his bozark to do my corn-crackin, my dog-kennelsgettin jammed somethin fierce. Although half plasteredand havin a hipoil plant, he was no cuddle-cootie, for hehandled his ice-tongs like I had T. B. Then we hookeda dumb-Otis and scandal-walker for the yellow dimbox, andI blouse to the homehouse to dingle-dangle this dewdropperuntil time to mattress. Ye gods! What a slow night!Nobody loves me! I hope it gets hot, sos I kin wearmy furs. Now, on the dead level, sport—wouldnt that lingoget a guys goat? Admittin times is changin, and that alota speedhounds is operatin on last years
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