When you are awfully cross to me
I pout, and pout, and pout,
My lip goes down, my eyes get big
And then my tears come out.
When you are awfully good to me
I smile, and smile, and smile,
So if you like sun more than rain
Try being good awhile.
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Great Gawsch!
“Hang it all, daughter,” exploded old Jenkins. “You can’t marry young
Dobbins, I won’t have it. Why he only makes eighteen dollars a week.”
“I know father,” replied the sweet young thing, “but a week passes so
quickly when you are fond of each other.”
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Hot Dog!
It doesn’t extinguish the conflagration in a man’s burning brain when a
pretty girl turns her hose on him.
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