Early Hendee Manufacturing Co advertising poetry and more..
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Indian advertising poem booklet!
3 /1/2" X 6 1/4", opened up it's 7" x 6 1/4".
I have several of these, and interestingly
they vary, some say "the New Dope" and
some the 'The New Medicine".
Greg
Other Indian proverbs and poetry
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Two years ago, one day
in May, I said, "By Jove, I'm getting gray;
my back is bent, my chest caved in I'm not so spry as I have been"
And then I got morose and glum, for my old liver was on the bum,
my stomach too, was on the blink, and I took pills both blue and pink,
and all the DIYers "pathys" tried - was pulled and mauled until I cried,
"Avaunt this kneading with the mitts, or you will throw me into fits,"
And then I tried horse-feed dope; to predigesteds pinned my hope;
I munched on bran and I chewed hay, and nearly swum my life away
in seas of tasteless near-coffee, which I was told was good for me.
And then I said " I hope to freeze, I'm going to eat just what I please;
before the goblins get my hide, I'll make my life one fine joy-ride."
So from the back I dug the tin and bought myself an INDIAN twin.
Then one fine morn at
break of day, I straddled the bike and purred away.
I skewed through sand and slid through gravel, but never lacked the power to
travel; and up the steepest hills I skipped with just a simple twist of the
wrist.
So all that day I let her hum, as I breathed oxygen by the ton,
massaged my stomach, vibrated my liver. I ordered supper - without a
quiver
a steak with onions covered high, a lobster salad and then some pie.
And then I crawled into my bed and thought, "the morn will surely find me
dead,
but ere I go to sing some hymns and pluck the lyre's golden strings, with
things I
like Ive filled my skin and tasted the joys on an INDIAN twin"...
I awoke next morn at half-past five and - by the gods! - I was alive - as
hungry
as a young bull pup. It took one hour to fill me up!
And from that day Ive eat my pick and from my innards heard no kick.
So all you folks with innard troubles, whose eats give you the
'molly-cobbles'
throw all your dope into the sewer and buy the only lasting cure
from Springfield get an INDIAN twin - pronounced like this: I-N-D-I-A-N. |
Other Poetry/Proverbs
Santa won't you bring me a left engine case,
I was challenged by an Indian to a quarter mile race,
I pushed my Harley to the limit trying to save face.
So Santa won't you bring me a left engine case?
In first gear she started smokin', what a God-awful sight.
In second came the knockin', the sound was a fright!
By third gear all I saw was that Indian taillight.
Oh Santa won't you help me make my Harley right?
I must fix my Harley in the solemn belief,
if I leave it outside it'll be stolen by a thief.
I'll collect the insurance and Oh! what a relief,
next year you can bring me an INDIAN CHIEF.
author unknown, (borrowed from crowzeyes)
"You can't wear out an Indian Scout or
it's big brother the Indian Chief.
They're built like rocks to take hard knocks,
it's the Harleys that come to grief."
author unknown
"Indian Chief made of beef,
ride em out there's no grief
Harley Davidson made of tin,
ride em out, push em in."
author unknown, adapted by Greg
"If I Harley I'd leave it for a thief,
and with the
insurance money I'd buy an Indian Chief'
author unknown
"Twas the night before Christmas, and
all through the pad,
There was nada happenin', now that's pretty bad.
The woodstove was hung up in that stocking routine,
In hopes that the Fat Boy would soon make the scene.
With our stomachs packed with tacos and beer,
My girl and I crashed on the couch for some cheer.
When out in the yard there arose such a racket,
I ran for the door and pulled on my jacket.
I saw a large bro' on a 53 Indian red Chief
Wearin' black leathers, a cap, and boots (cool biker, man).
He hauled up the bars on that bikeful of sacks,
And that Chief hit the roof like it was running on tracks.
I couldn't help gawking, the old guy had class.
But I had to go in -- I was freezing my ass.
Down through the stovepipe he fell with a crash,
And out of the stove he came dragging his stash.
With a smile and some glee he passed out the loot,
A new jacket for her and some parts for my scoot.
He patted her fanny and shook my right hand,
Spun on his heel and up the stovepipe he ran.
From up on the roof came a great deal of thunder,
As that massive 80" V-twin ripped the silence asunder.
With beard in the wind, he roared off in the night,
Shouting, "Have a cool Yule, and to all a good ride!"
author unknown
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