Tt is he who marks the carpet with the print of muddy boots. And rejoices in a doorbell that is pulled out by the roots; Who whistles on his fingers till he almost splits your ear, And shocks the various callers with the slang he chanced to h«*ar; lie fills the house with tumult and the neighbourhood with dread. But hit mother him “darling” when she tucks him into bed.
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White Ribbon, Volume 33, Issue 402, 18 January 1929, Page 8
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