Adventure Magazine Cover, November 10, 1924 — page 94: what you’re looking at

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

Adventure Bill doffed his apron, slipped his mufti on, Murmured “‘So long’ to Michael, and was gone. The swamper moved about the empty room A gnome-like figure in the tavern’s gloom, Bent, aged, listless, cleaning up the litter That men will leave behind them. All the glitter And warmth seemed gone; the place was damp, inert, Full of stale smells, and emptiness and dirt. And as he toiled, old Michael seemed to groan A sort of chant in muttered monotone, A chant which had, perhaps, been handed down From swamper unto swamper, town to town. ee < * at i \s4 Ve aa) ‘, ¢ ae yx v@ ve vy 8 6 An b= — a] aye ats oly : EE anh | asd {> Senge Sau y 2 wt fe A ee -: nt a 2s 2 > as Sen = sg ue ¥e2 457% EA a Nhe Bo Zoe Tee W,o = rele NW “g, 0 ppt ait ai \ 2h Ul Ge MV ee 'h A tale, et. =< = Pan, = vo U As ra \) > Agi me) > G Z 6 ff co" > 3 pa seen [] \] : WE BSS 4 wt} WN we *%? Ra “Dogs and beer, dogs and beer— An’ gone to the dogs, says I;- Where ts the fun an’ drink an’ cheer When the swamper swamps? says I. For the lights is dim aw’ the place 1s cold, An’ it isn’t the drink but you that’s sold, Bleary, dreary an’ broke an’ old, The same as myself, says I. CO = A DOOKS. COM