Swing (Jan-Dec 1945)

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16 (Black tongue, yellow feathers on the head and red colour feathers on the beginning of the winds) he will be sure the Parrot will repeat the next day, when he is so over; No question about; I have a good ex' perience unfortunately in this monkey business." It sounded quite authentic and one evening when the girls and their moth' er were away, I lugged home a pint of Old Taylor and Carlos and I proceeded with Jose's method. Carlos couldn't carry his liquor worth a damn and was soqn tottering about the floor in an excellent imitation of W. C. Fields doing his pool table act with' out the pool table. I had selected the one phrase which I thought would do him the most good through life — "When do we eat." I repeated it to him over and over. "When do we eat. When do we eat. When do we eat" — occasionally feeding him an' June, 1945 other wee drop of Old Taylor to en' courage him. From that point my memory seems a bit hazy. I must have given up and put Carlos in his cage eventually and covered him for the night, because I certainly found him there the next morning, although why I wrapped one of my socks around his neck will always remain a mystery. When I uncovered Carlos in the morning he looked about as rocky as I felt. "Bring it over," he chirped feebly, so I made us both some hot coffee. Oh, yes, he drank coffee at every meal! For weeks I lived in terror that Carlos might repeat other things we may have discussed while we were en' veloped in our alcoholic fog. But, he was a gentleman (or a perfect lady). He never said a word about the episode and neither have I up to this time. Hadia ^IcuU "Miss Temple to be wed in two years!" And the war might end in five. It's one p.m. in Kansas City. Gracious, arc we not truly fortunate to be alive? — OUT friend. Meme la Moto.