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wear it," so they say, and Mrs. Dean
fit me like a --you know what I mean.
I went upstairs to check the old girl out
on first-class mail reception --you no doubt
recall her parting words?
COMMITTEE CHAIRMAN: She meant to go
and hang her dress up, I remember.
MAILMAN: Oh
boy, and did she ever! I near flipped
when I walked in and found the Deaness stripped
mother-naked. . .
COMMITTEE CHAIRMAN: Isn't she a dear?
MAILMAN: . . . and also swinging from the chandelier.
COMMITTEE CHAIRMAN:At her age! Pass her heart, she's full of juice,
that girl!
MAILMAN: No more, my friend: she'd made a noose
out of her gown and hanged herself, and there
she swang: pop-eyed, purple-faced, and bare.
COMMITTEE CHAIRMAN:A pity! Now our plump and placid wives
will be the only women in our lives.
MAILMAN: Too bad for you; you're in the wrong profession.
Anyhow, I'd gone up for a session
of playing Post Office, not to see
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