human
To a manshun in the cit-e-e-e, etc., is received with much applause, which moves him to a second effort,
gpt
Please, Mr. Conductor, don-putmeyoff the ter-rain, which is also taken kindly. Rubbing his hands harder than ever, he comes up to us, a broad smile on his rather weak face,
human
Ah! I'm makin' myself popular, ain't I? Poor
gpt
Algy's songs always run to sugary sentiment, so of course,
human
Don't go down in the mine, daddy,