Pulp Fiction, 1925 · page 170 of 172
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te re = SS - = _ Just then he gets a bite and hauls up a = _ trout about six inches long. ““How’s that?” he beams. = “Congratulations,” I says; p=. even.” During the next three hours Joseph _._ €atches five small perch, two chubs and a ‘bullfrog; but no trout. As for yours truly, - I catch nothing more than a few assorted _ chills. As to Alexander, he hooks a couple Of sneezes and so that was that. Now comes what the novelists call the climax. Here goes—hold everything! We was about to call it a draw, being one to one in favor of the trout, and I figured 33 that me and Joseph would have to divide -_ up the expenses of the trip. All of which would give Joseph what some original sap ____ refers to asa severe pain. Then along came the train, the hawk—vwell, just a moment! -._ Before going any further with this con- ___ tribution to the classics—although I realize _-_ that the suspense must be something fierce = J herewith offer as a reward anything from a two-by-four custard pie to a thou- = os berries to any Mrs. or Mr. who can _ prove that what actually happened is not = sidan what the aoe call the “‘ realms THE “ Ain’t he a “now we’re Stary te eG ge it 4 Vil r+ se Pal yy oS A Dees tae 2 ‘ SR iso DS Re Ny Dil £4 sel tS ; 4 t eM Be Dg i { Hah Pye he i Avich tot se it Vy ae" a5} a re f; : i ‘ AL tO), es omeg SAE fay . “> tole NIT SRARA RSs ‘ ie % i); < Gave Le) — UNANIMOUS A PHARISEE stood in a public place And prayed like a son of a gun. ‘ A raptured expression was on his face When that egotist prayer was done. ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. of possibility.” So that’s that. And this is this: An express train came roaring down the single track, going at no less than fifty miles per hour. Directly over it flew a hawk, flying at the same speed. Now, get this, please: As he neared the grade cross- ing, the engineer blew three terrific blasts on the whistle. The hawk gives a startled flutter, opens its talons and drops some- thing from its clutches. It came hurtling down and, a moment later, lands in the lap of baby Alexander. I dash over wildly and take a look. The kid has his hands on a three-pound trout! Woof—what d’yer know about that? ‘““Da da!” remarks the world’s greatest baby as he socks it on the tail with his rattle. ‘Well, Joseph,” *I says coyly, “ that makes two for us. Guess we win, huh?” ~ Talk about dumb luck!” whoops the dazed and disgusted Joseph. ‘ Believe me, . if you fell into a manhole you’d come up % with a fistful of diamonds!” ‘ Never mind that part,” I says. talk about payirg!” Now yoz tell one. END ‘* Just G For thus did he murmur—that Pharisee— Right out in the public’s ken: thanks to the listening Lord that he So differed from other men! ae ach ‘other man ” who had heard this crack t [See Vas filled with a pure delight; so Ze sind said, as he chucklingly tured his back: ee Thank Heaven, the guv is right!” Strickland - citer i, . ~~ we — “s : 2. — Y ai} : . ~ ick 100 | | e 4 . a “= - . . = ~~ ms <*, o we . Soars = ‘6 ~ s “ . ” ~ i yen ee ek Ee > S ~ in se ~ ms ae & 3 ¢ 2