In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"You may talk o gin and beer, when you like to please yer ear Or you know just what you 'ave and clean fergot it. But when you wake at morn, you will wish you 'ad some corn And you'll trade yer stogies off to 'im whats got it. Now in Chicago's ruddy clime, where I used to do me time A-servin' of 'is majesty (some cop) Of all them mealy guys, there was one what you could buy T'was our cell block's trusted trusty, Charlie Schwartz"
The Angle: Vol. 1972
, Article 30.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1972/iss1/30