He couldn’t ’arp for apples, His voice had tones as jarred, And he’d no more ear than a bald-faced steer, Or calves in a branding yard.

It's my belief that if he had a gun detachment picked from the angels above he'd tell 'em their buttons and their gold crowns was a disgrace to Heaven, that they was too slow to catch worms or catch a cold, and that they'd 'ave to cut the time it took 'em to fly into column o' route from the right down the Golden Stairs, or to bring their 'arps to the 'Alt action front.

" NEIGHBOR"I s'pose your Bill's 'ittin' the 'arp with the hangels now?" LONG-SUFFERING WIDOW"Not 'im. 'Ittin' the hangels wiv the 'arp's nearer 'is mark!"