His stenciled cards, deserting their lawful mates, had struck up ghastly unions with other cards proclaiming frightful items of refreshment to the appalled wayfarer who was reminded of NON-SKID BANANAS and advised that OUR PEANUT TAFFY STICKS LIKE GLUE.

The faithless TIRE TAPE which should have surmounted the STICK LIKE GLUE card was nestling under the fatal EAT, while FRANKFURTERS COLD AND COOLING and ICE CREAM SIZZLING HOT met Pee-wee's astonished gaze.

He stood looking at this awful sequel of his handiwork.
Most of the cards were besmeared with mud and one or two in such a freakish way as to give a curious turn to their meaning.

On one card a mischievous little rivulet of mud or wetted ink had ingeniously changed a T into a crude R and the travelers read RUBES SOLD HERE.
Pee-wee contemplated this exhibition with dismay.

Wherever he looked, on fence or tree, some ridiculous sign stared him in the face.