Two soldiers in a negro regiment, says the Gold Chevron, were boasting about their company buglers.
“G’long wit’ you boy,” said one; “you ain’t got no booglers. We is got the boogler, and when that boy wraps his lips around that horn and blows pay call, it sounds jest like a symphony band playin’.”
“Well, if you like music, that’s all right; but if you is yearnin’ fo’ food, you wants a boogler with a hypnotic note, like we is got. Boy, when Ah hears ole Custard-Mouth Jones discharge his blast Ah looks at mah beans and Ah says:
“Strawberries, behave yo’selves! You is crowdin’ all the whip cream out of mah dish.”
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Ching Wong Long and Ching Fong Luey
Started in to eat chop-suey.
They ate and ate until they died,
Did they commit “chop sueycide”?
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