What Is It With These Clowns?

So I sez to him, oh yeah?  And then he...ha ha ha! Then he gets all mouthy, like, uh uh uh uh.  So I smacks him one, and by this time his loudmouth bitch gets outta line but a boot to the ribs settled her hash, believe you me.  All this over a parking space in front of Kresge's.  Whatta bunch of schnooks.  Goddamn but do I hate tourists.
Worst Easter in jail I ever spent.

Illustration by Walter Baumhofer.  Dime Western Magazine, October 1933.

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