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Here’s another ditty from the Jazz Review:
Coffee in the Pantry,
Sugar in the Bowl,
Mother’s Down Town
Dancing Jellyroll.
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She came down to breakfast very late and her mother scanned her severely.
“Did that man kiss you last night?” she asked.
“Now, mother,” said the sweet young thing, blushing, “do you suppose he came all the way from the Great Lakes to hear me sing?”