Farewell to Goo-goo.

“And while I'm in the mood I want to lodge an emphatic protest against the way folks take an unfair advantage of my temporary helplessness. They seem to think that just because I'm on the broad of my back they can come and goo-goo all over me. They make me feel positively small the way they go on. If they only knew how nutty they looked they'd cut it out and be their age. Besides, all this finger-poking will send me cock-eyed unless something is done. Grandma is the worst offender. Hasn't she got any dignity at all? Can't she grow old gracefully instead of yelping tiggy-tiggy-tiggy at me like an oyster-dredger in a fog, and bobbing her face in and out of my pram like a Christmas balloon? It's humiliating, to say the least of it, for a five-bottle man.”