Gus’s Favorite Song
The old gray mare she sits on the whipple tree;
Sits on the whipple tree; sits on the whipple tree;
The old gray mare, she sits on the whipple tree,
All the whole day long.
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Is your boss broadminded?
I should say so; he was out with two last night.
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Pat and Mike staggered weakly to the rail of the pitching liner. “Begorra,” said Pat, “Oi don’t blame Christ for walking.”
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If ignorance is a blister, don’t be an abscess.
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Girls, whatever you do—don’t get married. Bring your children up the same way.
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Women can do things manly,
And do them without a frown,
But when she starts to climb a tree,
It’s time to call her down.
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Love is like hash—you must have confidence to enjoy it.
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No, Geraldine, just because a cranky woman is sometimes called an old cat is no reason you should refer to a voting woman as a poll cat.
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Now Mary had a swarm of bees,
She loved their buzzing lives;
They also loved their Mary, ’cause
Their Mary had the hives.
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Our motto for May: “You’re a million miles from nowhere when you hold her dainty hand.”
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