Pulp Fiction, 1927 · page 145 of 168
Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 12, 1927 — page 145: what you’re looking at
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ALKALL - 489 Deliberately she led her husband into the house to see the baby, and with a sad shake of the head Miles dropped back into his chair. Jennie Mason hesitated for a single mo- ment, then went in after them. Her very attitude showed that she felt heavily the responsibility of the little one; it seemed that she was sure none was qualified to watch over it as she was. Brant spoke: “ We’ll bring in that new breed in a week. Jimmie bought ’em to- day.” “They’re all alike,’ Miles muttered. “ Jim, yuh can’t git away from it. I’ve allus told yuh that!” ‘“ What—breeds?” Brant asked. | ‘* No, yuh lop-eared burro!” Tom Miles snarled under his breath. ‘Women! They THE is} are all alike, an’ a wise man has tuh make allowances fer ’em.” “Sure!”” Mason agreed imperturbably. “Sure thing!” He settled back into his chair once more and groped for his black pipe. ‘‘ That’s the wisest thing you ever said, Tom.” “What?” Brant asked. “Why, you lop-eared burro,” Mason taunted, “that what he just said about women. You gotta make allowances fer ‘em. Only a jackass don’t!” As he spoke Mason ran the fingers of one great hand in a ruminative gesture over his square, outthrust chin. The move served to accentuate the fighting qualities of. the man’s face, which now were more clearly to be seen because of the complete absence of the shaggy beard. END Lv} U ALL THE YEAR ROUND FOR HIM! OMANCE rides in the spring time, And in summer, so they say, Us cowboys have it easy Takin’ horseback rides for pay! Dudes like the range in autumn When blue haze is on the hills. (If they had to work the roundup Maybe so they’d miss its thrills! ) And so the range has seasons When all sorts of folks can ride, And play at punchin’ cattle, Though when winter comes they hide. But when woeful winds come keenin’ And the blizzard’s on the wing You'll find cowpunchers ridin’, Same as summertime or spring. Because though rangeland winter Comes to bluster and to freeze, No cowboy is a quitter With a horse between his knees! = oe Foe a Pee SS ess ~ . ‘a pe oe Tene. =e SESE COCKE car