Them was the good old days, in Davenport, Scott County Iowa . strels streetparade. Many hard-fought battles was pulledoff in Burtis theatre alley to decide whosturn it was to tote the bass drum. Evenholdin music for the cornet solo guy at theminstrel bands evening concert would senda youngster to the hay sparklin with happiness. Yes, indeed—them was the good old days! The troublewas them young fellers didnt know when they was well wishin to be men sos they could have a toothbrushhandle peekin outa their vest pocket, or grow whiskers likea doctor, or have wax-end soup-strainers like
Them was the good old days, in Davenport, Scott County Iowa . strels streetparade. Many hard-fought battles was pulledoff in Burtis theatre alley to decide whosturn it was to tote the bass drum. Evenholdin music for the cornet solo guy at theminstrel bands evening concert would senda youngster to the hay sparklin with happiness. Yes, indeed—them was the good old days! The troublewas them young fellers didnt know when they was well wishin to be men sos they could have a toothbrushhandle peekin outa their vest pocket, or grow whiskers likea doctor, or have wax-end soup-strainers like them dandydudes that wore bell-bottom jeans pants. Then, when theygrowed up to be men, they switched the hokum and wishedthey was kids again. Lotsa wimmen folks get chicken ideas, too. They teeheeand doll up like kindergarten babies, but they dont foolnobody—unless its the makeup they see in their handbagmirrors. All the nuts dont grow in Ashfords pasture, sport, anda lota smart folks aint got no license to wonder how thempop-eyed hopheads get that ^ 32
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