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The "Peaches Browning" passage:
Take an old geeserwho calls on his skirt. Note his sleek hair, so elegant, tableauvivant. He vows her to be his own honeylamb, swears they willbe papa pals, by Sam, and share good times way down west in aguaranteed happy lovenest when May moon she shines and theytwit twinkle all the night, combing the comet's tail up right andshooting popguns at the stars. Creampuffs all to dime! Everynice, missymackenzies! For dear old grumpapar, he's gone onthe razzledar, through gazing and crazing and blazing at the stars.Compree! She wants her wardrobe to hear from above by returnwith cash so as she can buy her Peter Robinson trousseau and cuta dash with Arty, Bert or possibly Charley Chance (who knows?)so tolloll Mr Hunker you're too dada for me to dance (so off shegoes!) and that's how half the gels in town has got their bottomdrars while grumpapar he's trying to hitch his braces on to histrars. But old grum he's not so clean dippy between sweet youand yum (not on your life, boyl not in those trousersl not by alarge jugful!) for someplace on the sly, where Furphy he isn't by,old grum has his gel number two (bravevow, our Grum!) and hewould like to canoodle her too some part of the time for he isdownright fond of his number one but O he's fair mashed onpeaches number two so that if he could only canoodle the two,chivee chivoo, all three would feel genuinely happy, it's as simpleas A. B. C., the two mixers, we mean, with their cherrybumchappy (for he is simply shamming dippy) if they all were afloatin a dreamlifeboat, hugging two by two in his zoo-doo-you-doo,a tofftoff for thee, missymissy for me and howcameyou-e'enso forFarber, in his tippy, upindown dippy, tiptoptippy canoodle, canyou! Finny.