We like the story from Ralph Neville’s “Mayfair and Montmartre,” of
the little chorus lady who, when her rich admirer had bought her some
charming underclothing, said to him in the shop as they were being
packed: “Now have a good look at them, for you’ll never see them again.”
This, of course, occurred in the long, long ago Victorian days.
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Zup, Kid?
While in Jacksonville I chanced into a Greek restaurant and of the waiter
inquired what they had for dinner.
Small Stack Medyum
Rust Baff
Hom on Eggs
Chicken Frazee
Appolis Pie
Pach Pie
Strubberry Pie
Grap Frut
Zup, Kid?
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A normal woman would joyously go through life with a pirate or yeggman
who would drug her with the opiate of flattery, in preference to hooking
onto a nincompoop tango lizard who refreshes her with eternal, infernal,
divinal criticism.
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