He cleared his throat, and the next instant in quavering tones he warbled: "How of-ten do I pic-ture The old folks down at home, And of-ten wonder if they think of me, Would an-gel mother know me, If back there I did roam, Would old dog Tray re-member me."
"The Girl of the Golden West"
David Belasco
"Oh, mother, an-gel mother, are you waitin'-" sang the Minstrel, dolefully.
"The Girl of the Golden West"
David Belasco
Now, my duh good chap, I must be getting on, or the little gel will be telephoning all round the town!
"Harlequin and Columbine"
Booth Tarkington