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"Huh," snorted Larry, fl be
lieve you're half in lovewith her."
"Nothing- of the kind," Frank
Presently, to the intense grati
fication and partial awe of the
duo, the mummy openedJier eyes,
and they gazed into a face of rav
ishing beauty. In preparation
,for this event both of the men had
long been studying the ancient
Egyptian language, and conse
quently they could converse with
her fluently. f
"Hello, sports," said the mum
my in a silvery voice and in the
Jimpid Egyptian, tongue. "Where
am I at?'
Although tremendously "sur:
prised at this slangy salutaticmi
Frank retained sufficient wit to
answer her in kind. (
''Why, -kiddo,"f he "replied,
"you're in the mummy house,
where they keep Mumtn's extra
dry, you know."
The mummy puzzled over tlis
for af moment. t.
"I'm wise, "bo," she declared,
"to that extra dry bizness. JHave
a slave bring a quart, of suds, will
'"Nothing doingdnight,. Mag-i
gie'.came Frank's answer. "The
suds factory is on a strike."
"Strike me dead, bo, but this is
a bum town," ejaculated the
' Frank, who had been puzzling
over the mummy's agitation, nowj
came up a little closer to her.
"Say," he said, "I thought it
was only princess and queens
that they mummified in the olden
time. Aren't you the Princess
"bure. kiddo." was the answer..
"Only Fm really a queen. I'm a'
queen of song. I was a star in
a comic opera 'that made J:h
Sphinx sit up and take"
"Shut off that currenjt, Larry"
crfed Frank, suddenly. "Back to
the Great White Way for me,
where I can at least find a queen
of song that's up to the latent
kink of slangugage. No .antedi
vuliap talk for me !"
Larry obeyed him, and a mo
ment later the two men, consid
erably crestfallen, stole forth -from
the r,oom and the building.
Two of the "Profesh,"
They started out in vaudeville,
It'didnlt pay; they quit.
They took a fling at Hamlet,
Folks' didn't like "legit."
They landed in a comedy
- And met their fate again,
Manager said, "Get out of here,
You're act gives me a pain."
Desperate they tried a role
1 "In high class opera stuff, l
But the Mgr. was an awful
Wouldn't give them trial
Then they hit on a nifty plan,
' And gathered in plenty of
They composed a song with a
J jiggily tune, .
And called it 'The-Whirligig
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