Them was the good old days, in Davenport, Scott County Iowa . 114. An Album of Quaint Types. Theres a lot of knockin being donein this burg about that sheet of yournand them pichers you been printin,sport. Of course, every guy thinks hekin handle his own work, but when itcomes to stickin in blinky-eyed Japsand them ambassadors to Bohunk, itlooks like you newspaper guys needs ahot hunch. Why dont you print some pichers of the old timers andput new life in the old blanket? Now, sposin youd print Steve Hoovers picher. Stevewas the youngest boghead on the Rock Island road, andhe usta pull the thro
Them was the good old days, in Davenport, Scott County Iowa . 114. An Album of Quaint Types. Theres a lot of knockin being donein this burg about that sheet of yournand them pichers you been printin,sport. Of course, every guy thinks hekin handle his own work, but when itcomes to stickin in blinky-eyed Japsand them ambassadors to Bohunk, itlooks like you newspaper guys needs ahot hunch. Why dont you print some pichers of the old timers andput new life in the old blanket? Now, sposin youd print Steve Hoovers picher. Stevewas the youngest boghead on the Rock Island road, andhe usta pull the throttle on the old Cannon Ball whenshed roll into the Perry street depot at noons, back in theold days. Then Steve slipped out of his overalls, combedhis whiskers, and went over to Charlie Haskins livery barnfor his sorrel pacin mare, and showed speed for a couplahours. Then hed drop into Os Reynolds poker parlor andbuy a stack of blues. Or, take Murt Burns, that used to swing the red lanternand sing the come-al-yez, at the old switch shanty on Fifthbetween Brady a
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