I stuck 'em into my pockets to bring up, and forgot all about 'em, mind you, till I was handin' the drummers their tea.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
drummers do get awful fresh when they think they can get away with it.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
Over in one corner were a group of drummers playing poker.
"The Other Fellow"
F. Hopkinson Smith