about Lundun Burlin an gay Paree an some guys claims der never was nutn like Nooer Leans Shikahgo Sain Looey Noo York an San Fran dictaphones wireless subways vacuum cleaners pianolas funnygraphs skyscrapers an safetyrazors sall right in its way kiddo but as fer i gimme de good ole daze. . . . in dem daze kid Christmas meant sumpn youse knows wot i refers ter Satter Nailyuh(comes but once er year)i’ll tell de woild one swell bangup time wen nobody wore no cloze an went runnin aroun wid eachudder Hell Bent fer election makin believe dey was chust born X death is more than certain a hundred these sounds crowds odours it is in a hurry beyond that any this taxi smile or angle we do not sell and buy things so necessary as is death and unlike shirts neckties trousers we cannot wear it out no sir which is why granted who discovered America ether the movies may claim general importance to me to you nothing is what particularly matters hence in a little sunlight and less moonlight ourselves against the worms hate laugh shimmy XI nobody loses all the time i had an uncle named Sol who was a born failure and nearly everybody said he should have gone into vaudeville perhaps because my Uncle Sol could sing McCann He Was A Diver on Xmas Eve like Hell Itself which may or may not account for the fact that my Uncle Sol indulged in that possibly most inexcusable of all to use a highfalootin phrase luxuries that is or to wit farming and be it needlessly added my Uncle Sol’s farm failed because the chickens ate the vegetables so my Uncle Sol had a chicken farm till the skunks ate the chickens when my Uncle Sol had a skunk farm but the skunks caught cold and died and so my Uncle Sol imitated the skunks in a subtle manner or by drowning himself in the watertank but somebody who’d given my Uncle Sol a Victor Victrola and records while he lived presented to him upon the auspicious occasion of his decease a scrumptious not to mention splendiferous funeral with tall boys in black gloves and flowers and everything and i remember we all cried like the Missouri when my Uncle Sol’s coffin lurched because somebody pressed a button (and down went my Uncle Sol and started a worm farm) XII now dis “daughter” uv eve(who aint precisely slim )sim ply don’t know duh meanin uv duh woid sin in not disagreeable contras tuh dat not exacly fat “father”(adjustin his robe)who now puts on his flat hat XIII