Back in the 20's, college guys wore flat straw hats and long fur coats, and they usually carried around flags and ukuleles.
Yes, the raccoon coat! One time some joker sold me a
live one, although I didn't
know it was alive until I hopped into my Model-T, and the thing starting biting my neck! Yowza! I kept it anyway, had a lot of laughs with the guys.
I was also the world's best flagpole-sitter. Spent two and a half
years atop a flag pole, ha-cha-cha! Don't tell no one, but my sponsor was none other than Big Al himself...as in Capone. Made a lotta green sittin' atop that pole, you betcha!
I was also the champion goldfish-swallower. I could swallow more goldfish than a seal after a hunger strike, lemme tells ya! Got a spiffy trophy. Made of real zinc, you betcha! Hotsie-totsie!
And how 'bout them Yanks? The Babe could do no wrong. Now I've seen that fella down nearly
thirty hot dogs before a game! And he still managed to hit five homers. I tells ya, the Babe had the constitution of a
mountain lion! What a swell fella!