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And his little tales about the parties he'd been to on the night before was usually interestin'. Which was bad for the general morale, as you can guess. Also his light and frivolous way of chuckin' zippy lady stenogs under the chin and callin' 'em "Dearie" didn't help his standin' any. Yeauh! He was some boy, Amby, while he lasted.
"See!" he whispers as we get to the Maison Noir's show window. "She's there!" And sure enough, standin' back to, over in the corner facin' the mirror, is this classy figure in the zippy street dress, with Mame Stribble's hair and eyes. She's doin' the dummy act well, too. I couldn't see either breath or eye flutter. "Huh!" says I. "It's by me. Let's go in and interview Madame Maurice."
You is only a doggie, and you'd get runned over and die. So now, Zippy, you'll have to give up, and it's no use to bark." But Zip, having the spirit of a dog, would bark. The whole party reached Willow-brook in safety, and had a joyful welcome. "Prudy, my aunt Louise is the handsomest lady there is in this world," said Dotty, privately.
Wee my zippy dooden dooden dooden, dooden dooden dey, Wee my zippy dooden dooden dooden, dooden dooden dey. "Oh yes, send Secretary to me at eleven or twelve to-night, I'll be in tune then, jist about up to concart pitch.
"Oh de British name is Bull, and de French name is Frog, And noisy critters too, when a braggin' on a log, But I is an alligator, a floatin' down stream. And I'll chaw both the bullies up, as I would an ice-cream: Wee my zippy dooden dooden dooden, dooden dooden dee, Wee my zippy dooden dooden dooden, dooden dooden dee.
He'd trained Vincent, the office boy, to give him the zippy salute, and if any of the rest of us had humored him he'd had us pullin' the same stuff. But those of us that had been in the service was glad enough to give the right arm motion a long vacation. "Nothing doing, Hartley," I'd say to him. "We've canned the Kaiser, ain't we? Let's forget that shut-eye business."
He was now strolling down the aisle with his hands in his pockets as if the place belonged to him. An air of respectful attention seemed to pervade the building. "Pop," said the stripling, "that number's no good." Old Blumenfield beamed over his shoulder. "Don't you like it, darling?" "It gives me a pain." "You're dead right." "You want something zippy there. Something with a bit of jazz to it!"
Laugh, kick up your heels, let out the hi-yi-yips! Now, then! Are you ready?" "Wait until I start the band," says I. "Hey, there, Mr. Rovelli! Music cue! Something zippy and raggy. Shoot it!" Say, I don't know how them early English parties used to put it over when they got together for a mad, gladsome romp on the greensward, but if they had anything on us they must have been double-jointed.
Wee my zippy dooden dooden dooden, dooden dooden dey, Wee my zippy dooden dooden dooden, dooden dooden dey. "Oh yes, send Secretary to me at eleven or twelve to-night, I'll be in tune then, jist about up to concart pitch.
About then someone blows a whistle, and out on the platform in front of the orchestra appears a tall, bullet-headed, pimple-faced young gent, wearin' white spats with his frock-coat costume, and leadin' by the hand a zippy young lady who's attired mostly in black net and a pair of gauze wings growin' out between her shoulder blades. It's announced that they will do a fancy hesitation.
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