Verses and Jingles, Vydání 9
Bobbs-Merrill Company, 1911 - Počet stran: 91
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Alackaday ancient joker bird and keep blue bogus military boys brakeman Brother Rabbit BUDD bump CASTANETS chaperon charming Chicago Record CHORUS clickety-click crime is merely cullud race ebon youth Emmaleen ev'ry Fair Co-Ed fountain of youth fungus girl Governor's staff grippe hand happy pair hasten hear the rain-crow heard heart Henny played honeymoon will last horror husking bee Janitor JONES Keep on fluttering keep on trying KI-RAM knew ligst little bird little Moozoo-May merely a disease modern Japanee navy never night noovo rishe numbers Old Town ordinary past Peggy from Paris Peru Purdue University rain-crow say REFRAIN Rhine Scotland Sent back Sho-Gun Sing smell smoke Sultan of Sulu sweet swing her back Swing your true tell there's some objection TRIO Oh Twas Twould darken Tyler VERSES AND JINGLES who's woman Yankee yellow
Strana 9 - Of organisms saccharine, She was the protoplasmic queen; The microscopical pride and pet Of the biological smartest set. And so this infinitesimal swain Evolved a pleading low refrain: "O, lovely metamorphic germ!
Strana 51 - Go choose your east and choose your west, and choose the one that you love best. If she's not here to take your part, go choose another with all your heart. Down on this carpet you must kneel, low as the grass grows in yon field. Salute your bride and kiss her sweet, and then arise upon youi feet.
Strana 2 - At four I sought my whirling bed; At eight I woke with such a head ! It is no time for mirth and laughter, The cold, gray dawn of the morning after!
Strana 36 - Mrs. Taylor: Oh, awful message How it chills my heart. Janitor: The flames are roaring loudly, Oh, what a fearful sound ! You can hear the people shrieking As they jump and strike the ground. Oh, horror overtakes me, And I merely pause to say That the building's doomed for certain Oh, haste, oh, haste away.
Strana 1 - The cocktail is a pleasant drink; It's mild and harmless — I don't think. When you've had one, you call for two, And then you don't care what you do. Last night I hoisted twenty-three Of those arrangements into me. My wealth increased, I swelled with pride, I was pickled, primed, and ossified; But R— E— M— O— R— S— E!
Strana 21 - THE SMILING ISLE" We have no daily papers To tell of Newport capers, No proud four hundred to look down on ordinary folk ; We have no stocks and tickers, No Scotch imported liquors, To start us on the downward path and some day land us broke; We've not a single college Where youth may get a knowledge Of chorus girls and cigarettes, of poker and the like; No janitors to sass us, No bell-boys to harass us, And we've never known the pleasure of a labor-union strike.
Strana 9 - His epithelium burned with love. He swore by molecules above She'd be his own gregarious mate, Or else he would disintegrate. This amorous mite of a parasite Pursued the germ both day and night, And 'neath...
Strana 10 - She'd be his own gregarious mate Or else he would disintegrate. This amorous mite of a parasite Pursued the germ both day and night, And 'neath her window often played This Darwin-Huxley serenade — He'd warble to her ev'ry day, This rhizopodical roundelay: "O, most primordial type of spore!
Strana 2 - Those dry Martinis did the work for me; Last night at twelve I felt immense, Today I feel like thirty cents. My eyes are bleared, my coppers hot, I'll try to eat, but I cannot. It is no time for mirth and laughter, The cold, gray dawn of the morning after.
Strana 33 - ... think I smell smoke. MR. TAYLOR: She thinks she smells smoke. MRS. TAYLOR: I think I smell smoke. MR. TAYLOR: Oh. What is it? She says she thinks she smells smoke. MRS. TAYLOR: What does it mean, what does it mean? This smell of smoke may indicate, That we'll be burned— oh-hh, awful fate! MR. TAYLOR: Behold the smell grows stronger yet, The house is burning, I'd regret To perish in the curling flames; Oh, horror! horror!! horror!!! MR. AND MRS. TAYLOR: Oh, sad is our lot, sad is our lot, To...