| Jim Jacobs owned a motor car that sped along like
blazes, And many were the noble men he put beneath the daisies; They warned him and they pinched him but he went his way unheeding, And nothing seemed to satisfy his mania for speeding. For splintered bone and quaking flesh the villain seemed to hanker, He crippled up a section boss and massacred a banker, " And when a circus came to town and through the street paraded, He bore down like a juggernaut and had a cyclone faded. He bumped into the monkey cage, he busted up the kirmess, He fractured all the ribs inside the monster pachy- dermus, He killed a Spanish matador who came from Casa Loma, And when the cops got on his track he fled to Oklahoma. Across the oil fields he sped, his purpose never flaggin' And bumped some nitroglycerin upon a shooter's wagon. The shock that followed scattered him all over forty acres, They never could have picked him up with fifty undertakers. Kind hearted men, who delve for oil upon surround- ing leases, Set up a slab and on it wrote this legend: "REST IN PIECES." |
Verdigris Valley Verse
Albert Stroud
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)
Pages 108-109
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