Argosy All-Story Weekly, April 14, 1928 — page 142: what you’re looking at

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

Rork — and Beans ae By THOMAS THURSDAY In which is set forth the fact that what’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, to say nothing of the parrot ONEST, good people, I’ve seen id worse than this in the movies, and when it comes to true sto- ries, I’ll match it against the best of ‘em. Incase you don’t know what I’m talking about, as Coolidge remarked to the puzzled voters, I’ll make the clean breast of matters at once. Speaking of love, romance and goo of that ilk, I happened to be a bird’s- eye witness of the nifty affair that transpired between “Salty” Rork, “Bandy ”’ Baldwin, Queen Bess, and the smarty of the fourth part, M. le Beans. But don’t sprint away with the notion that Beans is an inmate of dear old Boston; as the matter and fact, Beans was discovered in the land of the South Sea Islands, and played the part of a hook-nosed parrot. By the odd coincidence, that’s exact- ly what he was! That being under- stood, kick the cat off the lounge, settle back comfortable, and tune in on the tattle of the century. For the benefit of the late comers, I’m “ Doc” McKeezick and, at the time this flock of fla-fla took place, I was managing the side-show with Ike Sul- livan’s Wild West Rodeo and Freak Hippodrome. After showing to vari- ous slabs in Arizona and New Mexico, we hopped up to Montana and South Dakota with the noble objects of play- ing a series of three-day stands. It was while we annoyed a cactus- and-dust burg named Rio Bloomer that salty Rork skidded into view. Me and “ Side-Trap ” Simpkins were sitting on the bally-stand, trying to figure which part of the West was golden, when we spot a strange, odd and curious gil, gap- ing at the banners like they was paint- ed by Rembrandt and Bud Fisher. He’s as tan as ten weeks at Miami Beach, whilst perched upon his shoul- der is a pip of a parrot who’s amusing one and all via some maritime wise- squawks cracks. “ Gangway!”’ the “what craft is that?” “By the Great Horn Spoon!” adds the sailor, getting a slant at the banner depicting the Fattest Girl Ever Born to Live. bird, ‘ “ What’s Davy Jones doing so far 280 .OO COMEE CS (E@)