THE STORY BY MACK McMACK
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No sooner said than done! Yes sir! Just like that!
Off with the old pants and lingerie and into the drink, and all acting up—there was enough moon still so we could just see, and there we was acting up by golly like a bunch of school kids, splashing water on each other and ducking each other and just generally raising Ned.
And then we got to singing like a regular barber-shop quartette—only of course we were a Sextette—and say, Prof Baroot certainly did make a rip-snorting joke on that word sextette, but I'll tell you that later—and we all stood there bare-naked as Adam (and my God, what a tummy I found Vergil Gunch had been hiding out on us!—and maybe I wasn't so good myself!)—and we stood there and sang:
Oh joy and oh bliss,Home was nothing like this,Yip ay-addee ay-yeh.
