"Aw looky! Looky! Looky!" Mickey shouted, holding his side with one hand
and waving a paper with the other. "All the old boys hiking to the beauty
parlours. Pinking up the glow of youth to beat Billie Burke. Corner on
icicles; Billie gets left, 'cause the boys are using all of them! Oh my!
Wheel o' time oiled with cold cream and reversed with an icicle! Morning
paper! Tells you how to put the cream on your face 'stead of in the
coffee! Stick your head in the ice box at sixty, and come out sixteen!
Awah get in line, gentlemen! Don't block traffic!"
When the policemen scattered the crowd Mickey's substitute had not a paper
remaining. With his pocket full of change he was running to the nearest
stand for a fresh supply. Mickey went with him and watched with critical
eye while the boy tried a reproduction of what he called "a daily scream!"
The first time it was rather flat.
"You ain't going at it right!" explained Mickey. "'Fore you can make
anybody laugh on this job, you must see the fun of life yourself.
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