Adventure Magazine Cover, November 10, 1924 — page 72: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Adventure Would fill a bunch of beer and whisky barrels, But I don’t know who named ’em John O’Farrells. I wonder if you savvy how they came To hand this combination such a name?” Bill wiped his bar and smiled. ‘Why, sure,” he said, “*T know the story.”’ “‘Well then, fire ahead,” The boiler-maker urged him, adding, “I Will stand the drinks for any one who’s dry And one for you, Bill, or say two or three, If you’ll just hand that story on to me.” Bill drew the drinks as ordered, then began His chronicle, and this is how it ran: “Big John O'Farrell was sick and in peril Of losin’ his hold upon life; His moanin’ so shocked her, she sent for the doctor. (By she I refer to his wife.) i The doctor says: ‘John, you'll be lyin’ here dead Unless you stop drinkin’ the booze when it’s red, So gimme that flask that you’ve hid in your bed Or, blooiel you’re done with the strife, The joy an’ the sorrow of life.’ “Says Big John O'Farrell: ‘The song that you carol Aim't music at all in my ear; If I can’t have whisky to make me feel frisky I’m just as well buried as here.’ ‘But think of your family, John,’ says the doc, ‘Your wife would be sufferin’ much from the shock, So tf yowll drop whisky I'll let you have bock Or some other species of beer, - That ought to be givin’ you cheer!’ “Says Big John O'Farrell: ‘The lager, I swear'll Be pretty weak drinkin’ for me, But sure if the liquor is makin’ me sicker I guess I will have to agree; For if as a surgeon you cut out me booze I haven't the strength in me sowl to refuse, Though sure it’s a bosom companion I lose, CGOMNIGIOOKSEGO 5} )