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Show Come Home, Mother. Mother, dear mother, como homo from tho club, nnd rustle somo supper sup-per for mo; 'tis timo you were hero working over the grub nnd getting things rendy for ten; The table's not set nor tho teakottlo boiled, tho vegetables vege-tables aro not prepared; no wonder my temper nnd feelings nro rolled, though 'tis doubtful, indeed, if you enred. Come home, como homo, como ho-ho-homo! Yes, cut your symposium down a woo bit, dear mother, and hustle right homo! Los Angeles Ex- j press. |