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Sun Spots, v. 3, issue 4, whole no. 12, November 1940

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November, 1940. SUN SPOTS Page 12.
"BON-TON" (Continued from P, 11)

Well, anyway, he placed it upon his bow, and sent it (The arrow, not the liver) through the heart of the chief of the "reburplicans". This for a moment seemed to stop the invading forces dead in their tracks. The invadors were kneeling at the side of their fallen chief and were moaning:
"Mayor Bague is dead".
"Oh, oh, gurgled Bon-Ton; guess they weren't reburplicans after all." But Bon-Ton knew that this was know time for misgivings. Motioning to the three people, he tried to make them understand that he was a friend. Bunken, not believing Bon-Ton, took a pot shot at him, but since he had taken aim the big boss was safe.
"Come" roared Bon-Ton, "I'm your friend." Borojo and Oscarwitz over-powered Bunken, and proceeded in haste to where the worrior was waiting. Bon-Ton then led them to where Uranium was calmly munching the tops of some trees...
"Climb on his back", commanded the political boss, pointing at Uranium. Bon-Ton never did have good manners. Pointing--tut, tut!
"What", screamed Bunken, turning as yellow as a pumpkin, "Climb on the back of that prehistoric mountain? Do you think I'm crazy?"
"Frankly--yes." But come, Uranium won't hurt you--as long as I'm around." Borojo and Oscarwitz finally convinced poor Bunken of the animal's tameness. This accomplished, he got aboard. "Hi-yie", yelled Bon-Ton, and the hugh creature obediently set off at a rapid pace.
"How do you control this beast"? questioned Borojo.
"Well," answered Bon-Ton, "its like this: as you most probably know the insignia of the damocratic party used to be the donkey, while the reburplicans was the elephant. You must also know that President Boosevelt's pet hobby is to break traditions. You can readily see, how the donkey insignia would get him mad, since he hadn't been consulted when it was made up. He didn't seem to realize that this was done before his birth. At any rate, he figured it must be changed, and to something bigger and stronger than the reburplican elephant. Thus the dinasaur. After many months of hard exploration one of these prehistoric beasts was found in a deep, dark, unexplored section of Brooklyn. Being Pranklyn's campaign manager", continued Bon-Ton with a shrug of his shoulders, "I am allowed to use Uranium any time I wish. You might have guessed where he got his name. Like Uranium, dinasaurs are also rather rare, Satisfied?"
"I see," whimpered Oscarwitz, a sickly looking little fellow with a weak voice, "and what is your name my good man?"
"I am Bon-Ton!"
"Where are we going now," questioned Bunken, appearently havin recovered from his fright.
"I must reach Baggerstown before 9:00 pm, so I can tell the townspeople to vote for President Boosevelt!", explained Bon-Ton.
"What", squeaked Oscarwitz, "I'm a strong Sillkie man, and I am tellink you, if you vote for Boosevelt, I'll get New Bandem after

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November, 1940. SUN SPOTS Page 12. "BON-TON" (Continued from P, 11) Well, anyway, he placed it upon his bow, and sent it (The arrow, not the liver) through the heart of the chief of the "reburplicans". This for a moment seemed to stop the invading forces dead in their tracks. The invadors were kneeling at the side of their fallen chief and were moaning: "Mayor Bague is dead". "Oh, oh, gurgled Bon-Ton; guess they weren't reburplicans after all." But Bon-Ton knew that this was know time for misgivings. Motioning to the three people, he tried to make them understand that he was a friend. Bunken, not believing Bon-Ton, took a pot shot at him, but since he had taken aim the big boss was safe. "Come" roared Bon-Ton, "I'm your friend." Borojo and Oscarwitz over-powered Bunken, and proceeded in haste to where the worrior was waiting. Bon-Ton then led them to where Uranium was calmly munching the tops of some trees... "Climb on his back", commanded the political boss, pointing at Uranium. Bon-Ton never did have good manners. Pointing--tut, tut! "What", screamed Bunken, turning as yellow as a pumpkin, "Climb on the back of that prehistoric mountain? Do you think I'm crazy?" "Frankly--yes." But come, Uranium won't hurt you--as long as I'm around." Borojo and Oscarwitz finally convinced poor Bunken of the animal's tameness. This accomplished, he got aboard. "Hi-yie", yelled Bon-Ton, and the hugh creature obediently set off at a rapid pace. "How do you control this beast"? questioned Borojo. "Well," answered Bon-Ton, "its like this: as you most probably know the insignia of the damocratic party used to be the donkey, while the reburplicans was the elephant. You must also know that President Boosevelt's pet hobby is to break traditions. You can readily see, how the donkey insignia would get him mad, since he hadn't been consulted when it was made up. He didn't seem to realize that this was done before his birth. At any rate, he figured it must be changed, and to something bigger and stronger than the reburplican elephant. Thus the dinasaur. After many months of hard exploration one of these prehistoric beasts was found in a deep, dark, unexplored section of Brooklyn. Being Pranklyn's campaign manager", continued Bon-Ton with a shrug of his shoulders, "I am allowed to use Uranium any time I wish. You might have guessed where he got his name. Like Uranium, dinasaurs are also rather rare, Satisfied?" "I see," whimpered Oscarwitz, a sickly looking little fellow with a weak voice, "and what is your name my good man?" "I am Bon-Ton!" "Where are we going now," questioned Bunken, appearently havin recovered from his fright. "I must reach Baggerstown before 9:00 pm, so I can tell the townspeople to vote for President Boosevelt!", explained Bon-Ton. "What", squeaked Oscarwitz, "I'm a strong Sillkie man, and I am tellink you, if you vote for Boosevelt, I'll get New Bandem after Concluded on page 18....