Adventure Magazine Cover, November 10, 1924 — page 77: what you’re looking at

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

Tales of the Hot Dog Tavern 75 Where Joseph deals out the grub. The dogs that are rich with mustard, The rolls that are thick and fine, And a pint of good old lager That’s served in a portly stem.” A huge, deep-chested riveter, whose throat Gave forth a rich reverberatory note That sounded like the clanging of a sledge Upon a boiler, loitered at the edge Of that glad group which bellowed out the song. ‘‘Say, boys,” he rumbled to the jolly throng, “That stuff’s all right; I like the way it sounds, And this here guy’s a wonder when he pounds The keyboard; but I’d kinda like to say, That while it’s fine to sing about our play I wouldn’t mind a little note or two That celebrates the daily work we do, Puttin’ the ships together in the yard.” The checker swung about: ‘‘You said it, pard, There ought to be a bully song in that, Maybe you’ve got it underneath your hat. Gimme me the key, I’ll follow you, old scout, Tune up your pipes and let the music out.” ‘““Aw, I can’t sing,” the riveter denied. ‘I know you can,” the pianist replied, “T heard you thundering that song of mine, You’ve got a basso that is superfine; Come on, now; shoot! I’m waiting for you, bo, Step up here by me. Now then, let’er go!” The riveter obeyed and through the room His mighty accents seemed to roll and boom: “Must the poets always sing of the little birds in spring And of lovers who are sighing for the moon? Can’t they carol now and then of the daily work of men COMICLOOKS.CGO 5}