With a blue-eyed baby stare!”
Smokehouse Poetry
Another red-blooded verse, dedicated to the great American rambler, will appear in the Whiz Bang for June—“The Gila Monster Route,” being the tale of a hobo on the Southern Pacific “Sunset” route. Excerpts from the poem give the swing:
“A poor, old, seedy, half-starved bo,
On a hostile pike without a show;
’Neath a cactus tree, with sand piled deep,
On the Gila route came his last long sleep.”
Recently the Whiz Bang received a letter from the cellhouse of Alcatraz federal penitentiary, located on an island overlooking San Francisco—the dread of the army—and in this letter was a pathetic poem from a prisoner, who begs that we publish it for the benefit of the humans on the “great outside.”