Show Just Folks Folk By Edgar A. A Guest WHEN WIlEN JANET ENTERTAINS With a chuckle Im I'm confessing daughter Janet has me guessing For t customs now arent aren't what they used to be My bewilderment heres here's proof of when the noise would blow the roof off oft She is merely entertaining company com com- pany In the days when I went calling we spoke softly like the falling Of the dew upon the petals of V the rose But these modern lads and lassies who arrive in mobs and masses Rattle rafters like a boiler boller when it blows V From the cellar to the attic by devices automatic V Loch Lomond is tra translated into swing And to laughter and hand clapping clapping clapping clap clap- ping som some ones one's healthy boy boyS starts tapping While a quartet in the kitchen has to sing V There is whistling there is humming humming hum hum- hum hurn ming slapping crooning table strumming And a shrieking and a squealIng squealIng squealing squeal- squeal Ing born of glee Gone the days of peace and quiet Let LOt me tell you its it's a riot When our Janet asks a few friends in for tea Copyright 1938 V for The Telegram M V V V V V J V |