We will now sing: “The Liveryman’s Sweet Daughter; All But Me Knew Her.”
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“Sweet Patootie!” gasped the bee, as he pushed his head high enough to
get a breath of fresh air, “Bees may come and bees may go, but the Bull
goes on forever.”
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“Batter up for the wheatcakes,” shouted the cook in the beanery, who was
an ex-umpire.
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A successful magazine cover is one that has very little cover for the
girl.
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“Poor Fish!”
I wish I was a fish,
A-frozen in the ice;
Then I could watch the girlies skate;
Oh, wouldn’t that be nice!
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Am I Right or Am I Wrong?
Pure water is the best of gifts,
That man to man can bring;
But who am I that I should have
The best of anything?
Let princes revel at the pump,
Peers with the pond make free,
But old time bourbon, wine, or beer
Are good enough for me.
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“Here’s to the short skirt and the low waist. May they never meet.”
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