A SCIENTIST’S REQUESTS
the moon is made of butter fat
the sun is made of cheese
if i’m not pendicular
please elevate my knees
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the moon is made of blubber paste
the sun is made of grain
if i’m not rizontical
please ship me north by train
the moon is made of butter fat
the sun is made of cheese
if i’m not pendicular
please elevate my knees
–
the moon is made of blubber paste
the sun is made of grain
if i’m not rizontical
please ship me north by train
The officers were dressed in the costume which we found prevailed through the country – a broad-brimmed hat, usually of a black or dark brown color, with a gilt or figured band round the crown, and lined inside with silk; a short jacket of silk or figured calico, (the European skirted body-coat is never worn;) the shirt open in the neck; rich waistcoat, if any; pantaloons wide, straight, and long, usually of velvet, velveteen or broadcloth; or else short breeches and white stockings.
Young sailor describes what he sees when his ship visits California to trade for hides in the late 1830s.
In 1928, young Gene was in New York and went to a Yankee game. Ignoring Ruth and Gehrig, he approached Miller Huggins and asked him to sign a baseball. It became his favorite talisman, and he carried it under his hat throughout his Hollywood career.
Under his good guy hat Gene Autry always carried his lucky:
a. little statue of Roy Rogers.
b. Miller Huggins autographed baseball.
c. lunch of two hard boiled eggs.
d. million dollar bill.
e. pet garter snake, Rudy.
The red red rose, after her transformation from streetcar conductor Ethel Parker, found bliss in marriage to this white fence, altered magically from his previous existence as Dave Pillers, insurance adjustor and hat model. Convenience? They had been frightfully dedicated one to the other when both were human, though when pressed into maritime service, they had to admit they quarreled from time to time when swabbing. Nevertheless, it was most fortunate for the pair to be strolling in a nice neighborhood when they were transformed. I mean, their normal haunts were skid rows and ship bilges. This, I suppose, is the reason that their love story was never celebrated in song. Some guy created a ballet for mimes about it, though. It wasn’t much good.