What Ho?
First Lunch Hound—“Well, old strawberry, howsa boy? I just had a plate of oxtail soup and feel bully.”
Second Counter Fiend—“Nothing to it, old watermelon. I just had a plate of hash and feel like everything.”
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He knew that she would thank him not,
He cared not for her scorn;
He offered her his street car seat,
To keep her off his corn.
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