Adventure Magazine Cover, November 10, 1924 — page 82: what you’re looking at

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

80 Adventure i ‘So it’s Yol and a couple of Ho’s! } To know us just follow your nose. Wes Whenever we sail on our craft down the bay be, The rest of the vessels keep out of our way; ss 4 \ We’re jolly old salts, and there’s some people claim We're smelling-salts, too, but 1t’s all in the game; We don’t care a cent as we joyously plow The de-he-he-heap in a garbage scow! ‘There’s fragrance to Camembert cheesel And perfume is found in the leek; Add corned beef and cabbage to these And garlic to tickle the beak, And still they aren’t in at with us, A fact you will have to allow Whenever you're noting The perfume that’s floating Along with a garbage scowl ** So it’s Yo! and a couple of Ho’s! We always win out by a nose. It’s true we don’t come from the garden spots But still we are truly forget-me-nots. We're jolly Jack Tars, you can tell from afar, Although 1t’s pitch dark just about where we are; We don’t care a cent as we joyously plow The de-he-he-heap in a garbage scowl!” “Gents,”’ remarked Bill, “I’m willing to admit You do good work and should be proud of it, But just the same I wish you’d blow along; You’re strong with me, but just a shade too strong. Business is business, boys, and while you’re here Nobody else kin stand the atmosphere. . So on your way! This ain’t no dress-suit place, But I must be some stricter in your case. Go home and bathe in disinfectant, then Put on clean duds and drop in here again. You'll be as welcome as the flowers in May If you will come here minus your bouquet.” The scavengers departed, as they went, “Sir,” said their minstrel; ‘“‘you’re a perfect gent. You might have thrown us out upon our necks For comin’ here, fresh from the barge’s decks, An’ spoilin’ trade; believe me, you’re immense; An’ we, we didn’t show a bit of sense.” “Maybe you didn’t show none,” Bill agreed, “But you brought scents enough for any need.” Bill opened wide the windows, that the air Might clear the place of fragrance lingering there, © Which noses unattuned to garbage scows Might find more poignant than the law allows. And presently the patrons drifted back And glasses clinked, and tongues began to clack With gossip of the workshop and the street, Of fight and frolic, triumph and defeat CoMmichoolk (© 5} Wh)