Playing Safe in Piperock

by W. C. Tuttle
Author of “Alias Whispering White,” “When Civic Pride Hits Piperock,” etc.
“I have been in lots of places,
Fair as lilies in the dell.
Some of ’em I kinda favor,
Others I don’t like so well.
There is one that’s ever calling,
Come on back and hang your hat,
Tough old, rough old town of Piperock,
You’re a danged good town, at that.”
“‘Magpie,’” says I, “if my corns wasn’t hurting —— out of me I’d have tears in my eyes from such sentiment. I’m all choked up—with alkali.”
“You’ve got to admit that she rhymes,” says Magpie Simpkins, spitting out a mouthful of dust and lifting his canteen to his lips. “I done figured ’em all out of my own head, Ike.”