Adventure Magazine, April 10, 1924 — page 160: what you’re looking at

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158 “This hoss—look’t him! He’s wasted; he’s miserable; he’s all broke, now. You know what ’tis, too, doc’! Hit’s the scandal across these piains about Waltzing Jupiter! Them blamed Bird-Brand ranch fellers ain’t no proper people to take cyar of a hoss, nohow! Hear me, they ain’t. Doggone! Vhey fed up this old boy on loco-weed, when I was to ride him. They crazed him, those boys did, an’—an’ doggone, they ain’t held their haids up sinct! An’ now, doc! Say, you ain’t no hoss-doctor! Yo’s a human—don’t I know, but—but Waltzing Jupiter, now— Ain’t he most human— ain’t he human, too? C’mon, doc, be a PLL Adventure sport! Give’m a chance to come back. Po’r blamed old loco-eatin’ hoss! He’s locoed, doc, but he brung me back! Now, yo’, doc—cure ’im? Won’t yo’ cure ’im, doc? Sho— Will yo’?”’ “Why, sure, Tierail, [ll try! try!” “All right, doc! No man can do more’n try!” Tierail nodded. ‘‘Lawse! An’ that old hoss—he brought me in! An’—an’ he brunged me back. I come back—bare-back an’ a raring! Sho! Old Waltzing Jupiter took me up, he /et me ride! Doggone, he made me ride! An’—an’ I can ride again! Whooe-e-e! Whoop-e-e-e——” We'll all SA Y by Leonard H. Nason Orc on a time there was a boy, Who left his home to go to war. He was a simple country lad, Who'd never been away before. A year he wandered here and there, From Devens south to Zachary; At last when all his hope had fled, They sent him swiftly oversea. Cantigny, Vaux, Chemin-des-Dames, Le Mort Homme, Rambucourt and Pannes, Perthes-les-Hurlus, he saw them all, And likewise the Hotel Sainte Anne. Wounded he was, some several times. They pinned a medal on his breast; Gave him some stripes, a star or two, And sent him home by way of Brest. His friends and neighbors eagerly Thronged in a mob about his door. “Come out!” they cried, “and shake our hands,” ‘And tell us all about the war.” “Two years you’ve been away from home. “We know you’ve lots to talk about. “How did you like the French mamselles, “How did you dig the Germans out?” The boy was calm, his placid eye Bent on them with a dreamy look. Said he, “I never knew before, ‘““My mother was a marvelous cook.” COMmMiclboooks.C©