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Show AN UP-TO-DATE CLASSIC. I remember. I remember. The house where I was born. It had a red-faced janitor Whose eyes spake sullen scorn; Who every time I passed him by Returning from the street Said vitrolle things about The mud upon my feet. I remember, 1' remember. The flat across the hall. Whero dwelt a crusty bachelor Who'd curse mc when I'd squall Ami In the suites below us dwelt A score of snooping plagues Who rifled our dumbwaiter of Innumerable eggs. T remember, I remember. The folks who lived above On whom my patient parents looked With anything but lovo. The mother played the violin, The fon tlie orguinette. While pater practiced night and day I'pon a brass cornet. I remember, I remember, The thlnzs my daddy said The day tho brand new lalkcrphone Was started overhead: And how my mother wept about The whole depraved kibosh When those who lived next door us stol Three-quarters of our wash. I remember. T remember, The boys across the way Who used to punch mc on the nose At least three times a day It may be childish Ignorance. It may be I'm obtuse. But when 1 think of those old days 1 hate them like he douce! New York Sun. |