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Sun Spots, v. 3, issue 4, whole no. 12, November 1940
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November, 1940. SUN SPOTS Page 11. "BON-TON OF THE LOST LAND" By Robber Spoor Billiams "Hi-yie Uranium", blared the booming voice of Bon-Ton, as he came thundering through the "jungle paths", astride his pet dinosaur, Uranium, who was a mighty speciman of something. Of what I do not rightly know. But take my word, he was a mighty speciman! Bon-Ton, the superman from south Brooklyn, a deterimined look in his small beady eyes, repeated his cry, and then whispered into the big creature's ear, or at least where he thought his ear should be located: "Come on old fellow, we have to reach the polls before they close. We must hurry; come on stretch out thoes long legsof yours. I must get there in time to vote." Bon-Ton was hurring to the small village of Baggerstown, where he was regestered to vote in the national election. Bon-Ton the big political boss of his section was hurring to cast his vote for none other than Pranklyn B. Boosevelt, who was running for his 33rd. term, as president of "Lost Land". After being elected for his 3rd. term in office, P.B.B., as he was commonly known, spent so much of the government's money on bows and arrows, war cannoes, etc., that the country had come to be known as "The Lost Land"! Ever since this time, Pranklyn, had been renominated by the damocratic party, and Brendell Sillkie, nominated by the reburplicans. The man reason for Pranklyn's continued success was the support of Bon-Ton, the big boss of Baggerstown. Bon-Ton was now but five miles from his destination, and he knew if he didn't make his appearence before the polls closed, all the people would think he had deserted Boosevelt, and thus they would vote for Sillkie. Just as he was about to turn on to the main highway, Bon-Ton sighted three people being besieged by a group of natives, who Bon-Ton at once branded as reburplicans. "I might as well save the people" figured Bon-Ton; "three more votes for Boosevelt!", The political boss, as he dismounted, and sneaked forward, that two of the three were men, and the ot er a woman. When he got closer, Bon-Ton saw one of the men, on his knees, praying. He was saying: "Oh, please help us, I didn't really mean it when I said I was an atheist." "Quit your snivilin Peter, "snapped the woman. "Yeah," snorted the other fellow, "Come on Bunken, get up and fight like a man." "Yes, Peter", said the woman, "Get up and fight along with Oscarwitz and I." "All right," returned the one addressed as Peter Bunken, "But I'll only do it because you asked me, Borojo." Bon-Ton saw that the natives, who were undoubtedly reburplicans, were getting ready for a mass attact. Pulling an arrow from his liver, er, er, I mean his quiver--no I was right the first time. -Continued on the page following-
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November, 1940. SUN SPOTS Page 11. "BON-TON OF THE LOST LAND" By Robber Spoor Billiams "Hi-yie Uranium", blared the booming voice of Bon-Ton, as he came thundering through the "jungle paths", astride his pet dinosaur, Uranium, who was a mighty speciman of something. Of what I do not rightly know. But take my word, he was a mighty speciman! Bon-Ton, the superman from south Brooklyn, a deterimined look in his small beady eyes, repeated his cry, and then whispered into the big creature's ear, or at least where he thought his ear should be located: "Come on old fellow, we have to reach the polls before they close. We must hurry; come on stretch out thoes long legsof yours. I must get there in time to vote." Bon-Ton was hurring to the small village of Baggerstown, where he was regestered to vote in the national election. Bon-Ton the big political boss of his section was hurring to cast his vote for none other than Pranklyn B. Boosevelt, who was running for his 33rd. term, as president of "Lost Land". After being elected for his 3rd. term in office, P.B.B., as he was commonly known, spent so much of the government's money on bows and arrows, war cannoes, etc., that the country had come to be known as "The Lost Land"! Ever since this time, Pranklyn, had been renominated by the damocratic party, and Brendell Sillkie, nominated by the reburplicans. The man reason for Pranklyn's continued success was the support of Bon-Ton, the big boss of Baggerstown. Bon-Ton was now but five miles from his destination, and he knew if he didn't make his appearence before the polls closed, all the people would think he had deserted Boosevelt, and thus they would vote for Sillkie. Just as he was about to turn on to the main highway, Bon-Ton sighted three people being besieged by a group of natives, who Bon-Ton at once branded as reburplicans. "I might as well save the people" figured Bon-Ton; "three more votes for Boosevelt!", The political boss, as he dismounted, and sneaked forward, that two of the three were men, and the ot er a woman. When he got closer, Bon-Ton saw one of the men, on his knees, praying. He was saying: "Oh, please help us, I didn't really mean it when I said I was an atheist." "Quit your snivilin Peter, "snapped the woman. "Yeah," snorted the other fellow, "Come on Bunken, get up and fight like a man." "Yes, Peter", said the woman, "Get up and fight along with Oscarwitz and I." "All right," returned the one addressed as Peter Bunken, "But I'll only do it because you asked me, Borojo." Bon-Ton saw that the natives, who were undoubtedly reburplicans, were getting ready for a mass attact. Pulling an arrow from his liver, er, er, I mean his quiver--no I was right the first time. -Continued on the page following-
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