And

I

always wanted

to do

that:

With love

from

Mr. Grandpa Dix

I remember you wren

Who'll come read their story?

CANDYGRAM!

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A Liberal Democrat and a wand'ring minstrel, I

When our brother paid a visit

during Friday Night Live

last week,

he, a Conservative,

made humorous mention

of the Red Ryder BB gun

resting on the center front window sill.

He was wondering if I was planning

to pick off

any Waukeshans

not of my political persuasion.

Re: air, below follows

the recently arrived

weekly column by

James Wigderson:

Wiggy, in our

far out-weighed opinion

here in this Waukesha hot-bed

of rigid conservatism,

now and then

gets things right,

but this time he is

way off.

(Underlined, upper-caps)

Read it and form your

own opinion.

This is what Wisconsinites

may look forward to

in the temporary age of

Walker & Co.

Yes,

We are liberals here,

so when the recent PENZEY'S

spice magazine arrived,

we zeroed in on this delicious

cowboy bean-stew recipe.

We do liberally douse our

food with Penzey's

fresh seasonings.

This tack seems to go well

with Widgerson's tacky beans....

Penzey currently offers

a coupon for a free half-cup of

spice they call

'F-O-R-W-A-R-D.'

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mPeuIgoiq4A

Owls, cats, pigs

From today's Waukesha Freeman

historian John Schoenknecht disserts

and reminds us of

I

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, 'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

II

Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl! How charmingly sweet you sing! O let us be married! too long we have tarried: But what shall we do for a ring?' They sailed away, for a year and a day, To the land where the Bong-tree grows And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose, His nose, His nose, With a ring at the end of his nose.

III

'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.' So they took it away, and were married next day By the Turkey who lives on the hill. They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon, The moon, The moon, They danced by the light of the moon.

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Take a licking and keep on ticking

And for certain types, this

1954

news-cast

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IKjmDDlcB0o