Oh,
they stooped to all the mean, underhanded tricks you ever heard of
to get the canning factory to go to their place instead of here.
But we know a thing or two ourselves. Yes, we got the canning
factory, all right, all right.
Did you notice how neat and trim our boys looked? None of this
flub-dub of scarlet shirts with a big white monogram on the breast,
or these fawn-colored suits with querlycues of braid all over. They
spot very easily. And did you notice how the Caledonias had long,
lean men walking with short, fat men, and nobody keeping step? Our
boys were all carefully graded and matched, and their dark blue
uniforms with just the neat nickel badge, I think, presented the
best appearance of all. And I'll tell you another thing. They'll
put it all over the Caledonias this afternoon. They won't let 'em
get a smell.
Don't you like the fife-and-drum corps? The fifes set my teeth
on edge, but I could follow the drums all day with their:
Tucket a brum, brum brum-brum, tuck-all de brum
Tucket a brum-brum, tuck-all de brum-brum-brum
Tucket a blip-blip-blip-blip, tucka tuck-all de brum,
Tucket a brum-brum, tuck-all de brum-brum-brum!
Part of the time the drummers click their sticks together instead
of hitting the drum-head. That's what makes it sound so nice.
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