“Sam, the Kansas farmer, dug a furrow between Arthur and Hans and planted himself at Caseburg while Larry drove his hack all the way to the barn on the dead run.”
L. Moore Betts, of the Commercial, with its varied class of readers tried to cover all the trades from Wall Street to Bill Boards and was turning out page after page of this kind of stuff.
“The Certified Accounts made their report showing the large surplus of two for Jefferson and it looked like bankruptcy for Lowell.
“Hughie went down to the Curb Market and started to bid up prices.
“Hans uncorked a popper that he traded for a single hassock.
“Hal unbuckled a blue domer which Warcford kittened to and Hans was anchored.
“Arthur unbridled a broncho bucker that chortled down between Eddie and Laird and ran to Sam, and Hans pranced down to the midway. Gibbie expired on three fractures, and the Candy Kid came up with his box of sweets.
“While Mellen was smacking his lips Hans and Arthur sneaked behind the counter and touched the ticket box for a ride to the next branch stores, but when Huyler tried to stamp his trade-mark on the billboards, Twitchell was there with an order that canceled his permit.”
Rothe Child, of The American Youth, jumped from tin soldiers to airships for his similies and Tim thought that a half inning would be enough.