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An Eastern Westerner

The Time - Several thousand cocktails before the prohibition hour.

Just around the corner off Broadway.

Where the tired New Yorker goes when he lays back his ear

and listens to the lure of leisure hours.

H~o~m~e spells home, but the Boy never did care much for spelling.

"Send that young scamp to me the minute he comes home"

"Don't be angry. I know he must be with his class at the Y.M.C.A."

The Boy. He may have started for the Y.M.C.A., but somebody moved the building.

Shimmie Dancing Prohibited

"This is the third warning ~ the nest time you'll shimmie out the front door on your front ear."

2 A.M. That wonderful hour when he back fence

cat clears his throat and reaches for "High C"

"I've stood for you last break.

Pack up ~ tomorrow you start West for your uncle's ranch."

The little town of Piute Pass.

It's considered bad form to shoot the same man twice on the same day.

"Yip! Everybody celebrate! Skirts to the bar ~ galoots follow!

"Tiger Lip" Tompkins, owns half of the county and bullies the rest.

Leader of the Masked Angels...

men who have broken eight commandments ans twisted the other two.

The Girl. Raised in the Golden West and lives by the Golden Rule.

"Won't you help us? Daddy is sick, and all I want is a chance to work."

The Boy arrives. He gained five pounds ~ mostly cinders.

"Understand ~ I want that girl ~ and what I generally want I generally get"

"S~h~h! He's locked in the little room at the head of the stairs"

"When you make up your mind ~ I'll turn the old man loose."

"...and the key is in his vest pocket."

"Call out the Angels. We'll run this tenderfoot across the state line"

"There's our man. We'll run him out of the country."