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Show FATHER'S SLIDE ' My father bought a slide trombone trom-bone It shone like sliver end Ita tone was guaranteed Al. Bald fa- V ther: "I shall learn to play. They need more bandsmen ev'ry- day. Twill bring me cask and tux" He started practising at night. Our dog. who never used to bite, went out and chewed a cop. "Mr sister's beau, a men of means, began to call on other quecna Her romance fell kerflop. The neighbors, wnom ws used to touch for butter, auger, egfs. and such. Just suit us cold. Ktlll father kept on tooting notes that rued our friends and got their goats and made them scold. Hs murdered "Old Kentucky Home" Ws couldn't get It through bis J dome he waa a pest. "My uncle or-used or-used to sing," said ba "A real musician I ahould ke end that's no Jest." At last, when we were sll forlorn, my mother took t hat awful horn end broke Ms neck. Bald hs: "We've had enough of thla A home's s place for Joy and bllsa This home's a wreck.'' Now father's fa-ther's suites and he's meek and he and mother never speak, but ahe'e resigned. There lan't any elide trombone to make us growl and writhe and groan. Bo wo don't mind. |