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The private dining room -- Peekaboo, I almost see you -- Correction: Eve delved and Adam span -- My trip Daorba -- The anniversary -- All, all are gone, the old familiar quotations -- Everybody loves a bride, even the groom -- The happy ending of Mr. Train -- The calendar-watchers, or, What's so wonderful about being a patriarch? -- I'm a pleasure to shop for -- A caution to hillbilly singers, harpists, harpoonists, channel-swimmers, and people first in line for world series tickets -- A caution to everybody -- Flow gently, sweet etymology, ornithology, and penology -- The snake, without whom Adam would never have looked at the lady once -- Shoo, shoo, shoemaker -- I didn't say a word, or, Who called that piccolo player a father? -- There's a law, isn't there? or, I can call you names but don't call me names -- Calling spring VII-MMMC -- Everybody's mind to me a kingdom is, or, a great big wonderful world it's -- Next! -- They won't believe, on New Year's Eve, that New Year's Day will come what may -- Change here for Wichita Falls, or, Has anybody seen my wanderlust? -- Don't look for the silver lining, just wait for it -- Polonius, yes, Polonius, no -- The astigmatic naturalist -- With my own eyes -- Two goes into two once, if you can get it there -- The chef has imagination, or, It's too hard to do it easy -- Why the postman has to ring twice, or, Yellow envelope, where have you gone? -- The wild jackass -- The tortoise -- The aquarium -- The mules -- The cuckoo -- The birds -- The swan -- The voluble wheel chair -- The child is father to the man, but with more authority -- The visit -- A dog's best friend is his illiteracy -- We pause now briefly for an important message -- Eheu! Fugaces, or, What a difference a lot of days make -- Everybody wants to get into the Baedeker -- Old Dr. Valentine to his only millionaire -- Old Dr. Valentine to that kind of patient -- Old Dr. Valentine to a colleague -- Old Dr. Valentine to his son -- Old Dr. Valentine for once dreams of wealth -- Roll over and play alive, or, Who says you can't teach an old dog tiresome tricks? -- The Wendigo -- Mr. Betts's mind a kingdom is -- The strange case of the cautious motorist -- The unwinged ones -- What is bibbidi-bobbidi-boo in Sanskrit? -- You can be a republican, I'm a gerontocrat -- Fables Bulfinch forgot -- Hi-ho the ambulance-o -- Baby, it's Calder inside -- Everything's haggis in Hoboken, or, Scots wha hae hae -- Father, dear father, go jump in the lake, or, You're costlier than you think -- Father-in-law of the groom -- What's in a name? Some letter I always forget -- Merry Christmas, you-all, or, Who forgot Savannah? -- The strange case of Mr. O'Banion's come-uppance -- Hand me down the old school sliding pads, or, There's a hint of strawberry leaves in the air -- The strange case of the lovelorn letter writer -- Long time no see, 'by now -- How to get along with yourself, or, I recommend softening of the oughteries -- How high is up? A sort of chantey -- How to be married without a spouse, or, Mr. Kipling, what have you done with Mr. Hauksbee? -- Have a seat behind the potted palm, sir -- Hey, hey for the American way -- The bat -- The chipmunk -- The grynch -- Let's not play lotto, let's just talk -- Tweedledee and Tweedledoom -- I remember yule -- Kipling's Vermont -- M.C. loves TV, or, A personality is born -- Max Schling, Max Schling, lend me your green thumb -- It's about time -- Maybe you can't take it with you, but look what happens when you leave it behind -- Is it true what they say about Dixie, or, Is it just the way they say it? -- The club car -- Lecturer in bookstore -- The dust storm, or, I've got Texas in my lungs -- Reflection on the vernacular -- I can't stop unless you stop, or, Lines addressed to a man making $5000 a year who overtips and man making $10,000 a year to make himself feel he's making $20,000 a year -- You can't tell the hit parade without a drum majorette -- The lepidopterist -- This is my own, my nat ive tongue -- Love me but leave my dog alone -- Limerick one -- Limerick two -- Limerick three -- Just press the button, the buttonhole is really a deepfreeze -- It was not I who posed for Rodin, or, Why I flunked philosophy IV -- Tune for an ill-tempered clavichord.
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