  GEE! There’s a call from seven-forty-eight— That’s Miss Le Claire; she wants some ice, I’ll bet; She stars in “Mrs. Middleton’s Regret.” And when you mention peaches—say, she’s great! If I could marry her I guess I’d hate To have to do it—nit! I’d go and get A plug hat and a fur-trimmed coat and let The guy that’s managin’ her, pay the freight. They say she gets a hundred dollars per; I’d like to draw that much a year or two. They’d know I’d been around when I got through. I wish the dude that comes here after her Was in my place and me in his—I’d stir Things up around this town. I wouldn’t do A thing but buy her everything I knew She didn’t have but might be wishin’ fer. She rung fer me to get some stamps, and when I took them up she says, “Just wait a bit.” She put one on a note and handed it To me to mail—and he come in just then And grabbed the thing—I’ve heard of crazy men, And I know when it’s up to me to quit: She had him goin’ groggy when I lit, But, blame the luck, they’ve made it up again.
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