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Gin Rickey and Candy. To the tip of his dome, to the top of his skull, Now whack away, crack away with thumps that are dull. Then in a. twinkling I felt on my roof The prancing and pawing of each cloven hoof. How long this went on I’m sure I can’t say But it seemed like eternity, plus a long day. But finally the night after Christmas hajl passed And I found I really could think good at last. So I thought of the N<nv Year, a v few days away And I’ve made a vow that no tempter can sway. I’m sticking to water, don’t even want ice For there’s nothing as tasty and nothing as nice, The night after New Year’s may bother some guys „ But I’ve learned my lesson, arid Brother, I’m wise. You can have your victuals, and liquor that’s red But what goes to njy stomach won’ go to my head. 7 So a big Happy New Year to you. and to all, r I’m back on the wagon and I hope I don’t fall. ' j
r_Russell Kay—’38 Mr. and Mrs. Lyle Rector and children were guests of Mrs. Rector’s parents, Mr. and Mrs.. L. E. Johnson in Sperryville during the holidays. ,*
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