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    Letter re: Amon Carter, Jr.

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    Letter from Bill Thomson to Amon Carter expressing sympathy at the news that his son, Amon Jr., had been reported missing in action in North Africa

    Letter re: Amon Carter, Jr.

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    Letter from Bill Thomson, director of the Bureau of Advertising, to Amon Carter regarding Amon, Jr.'s liberation as a prisoner of war

    Letter re: Amon Carter, Jr.

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    Letter from Bill Thomson, director of the Bureau of Advertising, to Amon Carter regarding recent updates of Amon, Jr. as prisoner of war in Germany

    There's Always something wrong

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    voiceCollected by Mrs. B. F. Thomson For M. C. Parler Transcribed by B. F. Thomson Jr. Sung by Mrs. Otto Janzen North Little Rock, Ark. Aug. 10, 1962 Reel 417, Item 6 There's Always Something Wrong There's Always something wrong There's something wrong most all the time You find out right along That calculating ain't worth a dime It's a case of try and try again With every doggone thing that I get in For there is always, most always, something wrong.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation

    I'm Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines

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    voiceCollected by Mrs. B. F. Thomson Sung by Mrs. Otto Jansen For M. C. Parler North Little Rock, Ark Transcribed by B. F. Thomson Jr. Aug. 10, 1962 Reel 417, Item 14 Captain Jinks I'm Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines Just feed my horse on corn and beans Of course I live beyond my means For I'm a captain in the army When I left home my mother she cried My mother she cried My mother she cried When I left home my mother she cried Your not cut out for the armyFunding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation

    Washing dishes, washing dishes

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    voiceCollected by Mrs. B. F. Thomson Sung by Mrs. Otto Janzen For M. C. Parler North Little Rock, Ark. Transcribed by B. F. Thomson Jr. August 10, 1962 Reel 417, Item 7 Washing Dishes Washing dishes, washing dishes That is all I do it seems Washing dishes, making wishes While my head is full of dreams Light the fire and scrub the floor Carry ashes out of doors And after all my other chores Then I go back to washing dishesFunding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation

    Goodbye, Ma, Goodbye Pa, Goodbye mule with your old Heehaw

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    voiceCollected by Mrs. B. F. Thomson Sung by Mrs. Otto Janzen For M. C. Parler North Little Rock, Ark. Transcribed by Mrs. B. F. Thomson Jr. Aug. 10, 1962 Reel 417, Ite, 13 Goodbye, Ma, Goodbye Pa, Goodbye mule with your old Heehaw I don't know what the war's about But I bet, by jinks, I'll soon find out And oh my sweetheart don't you fear I'll bring you a king for a souvenir I'll bring you a Turk and a Kaiser too And that's about all one fellow could do.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation

    Pymble Heights, Pymble [cartographic material] : the property of W.H. McKeown Esq. /

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    Sales plan for land in Pymble, New South Wales.; "Torrens title".; "Ferdinand H. Reuss Jr., architect & licensed surveyor, under Real Property Act, Vickery's Chambers".; Also available in an electronic version via the internet at: http://nla.gov.au/nla.map-lfsp2216

    Lazy bones, sleepin' in the sun

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    voiceCollected by Mrs. B. F. Thomson For M. C. Parler Transcribed by B. F. Thomson Jr. Sung by Mrs. Otto Janzen North Little Rock, Ark. Aug. 10, 1962 Reel 417, Item 16 Lazy Bones Lazy bones, sleepin' in the sun How you expect to get you day's work done Never get you day's work done Sleepln'in the sun. Lazy bones, sleepin' in the shade How you expect to get your corn meal made Never get your corn meal made Sleepin' in the evenin' shade. The taters need spraying I bet ya keep praying The bugs fall off of the vine And when you go fishin' I'll bet you keep wishin' The fish won't grab at your line. Lazy bones, sleepin' all the day How you expect to make a dine that way Never make a dime that way Never hear a word I say.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
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