Events in Great Lives And the story goes about Harm (My Wild Irish Nose) Williams: Being slightly backward in his manly affections toward the doll who at the time had him under the spell with the old sheep orbs act, "Nose" Williams was a mite too tardy with his amorous advances to suit our loving miss (a hairbrain if I ever saw one). So, as the "Nose" was bidding above-mentioned doll good evening after the dance one early morn, the brown-eyed damsel decided to give our hero a lift. Very coyly she snuggled up to him, and flashing her pearl white bicuspids, lets off a sigh that would of done a locomotive justice, mumbling between the gusts - "Aren't you going to kiss me good night, Harmon?" And geeminy whillikens, was the "Nose" dumb founded! He was practically stricken with palsy! But his resistance was not to be scoffed at. Quickly our hero hove out his chest, and raising his hairy lunch hooks, flailed away at the girl's clinging arms, as though they were the tentacles of a green-eyed octopi. Then, dashing from the clutches of said super-amazed doll, he quickly whizzed over the asphalt, screaming as he fled - "Oh no you don't! You don't get me in for any of that old stuff!" I laff! Sneaker! Sneaker! But has he changed! Ask any high school dame. It is a reported fact that in Africa there is a tribe of natives in which women maintain harems for their beautific men folk. Too bad Weber can't adopt something of the same order. I'm sure a certain type of girl would enjoy her leisure of toying and picking a suitable mate for her mood of the moment. (Sorta subtle, but maybe it will penetrate the cranium.) Old Nakomis was a squaw, A dame of shapely lattic. But James Montgomery Flagg does caw That coeds pans come gratis For all the ugly, shapeless hags To college go-the men to gag.