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Show u VACATOIN PLANS" Vacation time is comin', and 1 want to go a'bummin', Where the fishing's good and plenty, 'way up close to nature's heart. Where there ain't no use for shavin' and clean clothes and social slavin', And a chap don't have to wonder if his clothes are really smart. What I want's two weeks of campin', and clear - away from city's crampin'. Where a fryin'-pan's a kitchen and the flapjack reigns supreme. Where old breeches and a sweater forra your, costume nothing -better, For a tent ten miled from nowhere, close beside a mountain stream. But the Madame, she says, "No, sir," for she wants her outing closer To the modern type of plumbing, with the water cold and hot. "Not for me the wild outdoors with mud carpets on the floors, And an ice-cold creek for bathing," she remarked. "No army cot." So my mind's in other channels, anil I've dug the old white flannels From the moth balls of last summer, and forgotten rod and hook. And despite my earnest pleading, hotel ads we're nightly reading. Wonder why my wife hates camping! Maybe she doesn't like to cook! Exchange o |