Making Good for Muley

by W. C. Tuttle

“I’ve got it,” he sighs. “You can’t appreciate it, ’cause you ain’t got no finer feelings, but I’ll recite it to you:

“I loved a darling angel,

And she loved me quite a lot.

Her ears are like the clam shell,

And I can forget her not.

She’s doomed to marry money,

And my heart will break, I think,

If I don’t wed this angel,

I will drown myself in drink.”

“Nice sentiment,” I applauded. “Bobby Burns never had nothing on you except the long sound of his r’s, but you’ll have to put off your demise for at least another month. You can’t do an artistic job of drownding in a couple of dollars’ worth of hooch. If you was to get in over your depth in liquor, Muley, what brand would you prefer?”