ForLowING a protest by Hollywood Chamber of Commerce police have refused to license a pawnbroker who proposed to set up business in the town.—Central News.
Brave Hollywood, your glamour Was perfectly preserved Despite financial clamour Your path had never swerved From dizzy heights (while skipping Depression like a fawn), And then—tense, epic, gripping!—There came the pawn.
"Say!" residents demanded, "What is this dirty crack? "A hock shop!" So they banded To counter its attack In accents terse and cold they Condemned such liberty: The hock-shop guy was told, "They "Can't take it, see?"
Police refused his licence As it he were a sin: "We gotter teach this guy sense, "He can't come horning in." And so, serene, unbending, The screen resumes its valse—No common, lending ending—The pawn was false.
By F. G. H. Salusbury in the "Daily Herald."
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.