Chapter 18
Section 18 of Captain Billy's Whizbang, Volume 2, Number 21, June 1921. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Read by Anthony Will. Captain Billy's Whizbang, Volume 2, Number 21, June 1921, by W. H. Fawcett. Our Rural Mailbox. He Led in Prayer.
Our Rural Mailbox. Smokehouse Friends. Yee Editor has received many calls for the following poems and would appreciate receipt of correct copies of them. Johnny and Frankie Arkansas
And the prose of the Irishman lecturing with lantern slides the story of Cleopatra. Anna Dine Snow again, Anna. I don't get your drift. Mickey Finn There is nothing to the rumor that the girls will wear blacksmith's aprons for bathing suits this summer.
Howie Heva The skin game is not the name of a play. It is a profession indulged in by beauty doctors. Mac. If the brass finger bowls are not large enough, would suggest that bushel baskets be used.
Shimmy Dancer. If you do, we'll take off our jumper and overhauls. Kitty Corn. I can't place you, but I knew your father. Popcorn.
He led in prayer. An old railroad man was converted, as the story goes, and was asked to lead in prayer. Here is the way he worked it. O Lord, now that I have flagged thee, lift my feet off the rough road of life and plant them safely on the deck of the train of salvation. Let me use the safety lamp known as prudence.
Make all couplings in the train with the strong link of thy love. And, Heavenly Father, keep all switches closed that lead off to sidings, especially those with a blind end. O Lord, if it be thy pleasure, have every semaphore block along the line show the white line of hope, that I may make the run of life without stopping. And Lord, give us the Ten Commandments as a schedule time, and when my train shall have
pulled into the great dark station of death, may Thou, the Superintendent of the Universe, say with a smile, Well done, Thou good and faithful servant, come up and sign the payroll, and receive your check for eternal happiness. End of Section 18
