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Show 108 registering in Dawson, tell Old Fawcett that Old Ogilvie will be in soon." We took off running back down the crooked Bonanza. I don't even remember my feet touching the ground. I just remember Tip singing breathlessly at my side like a wound up mechanical bird: All I want is fifty million dollars, And seal skins to protect me from the cold, If I only knew how stocks would go in Wall Street, And was living in a mansion built of gold- All I want is partridge for my breakfast, A champagne fountain sprinkling at my feet, I'd like Pierpont Morgan waiting on the table, Yes, and Sousa's band a-playing while I eat- "Stop singing, Tip," I scolded. "Stop singing and run. The sooner we get there, the sooner we'll be millionaires!" |