The Fifth String by John Philip Sousa
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``We are human,'' answered the violinist.
``I imagined you were like sailors and had a sweetheart in every port.'' ``That would be a delightful prospect to one having polygamous aspirations, but for myself, one sweetheart is enough,'' laughingly said the musician. ``Only one! Well, here's to her! With this nectar fit for the gods and goddesses of Olympus, let us drink to her,'' said old Sanders, with convivial dignity, his glass raised on high. ``Here's wishing health and happiness to the dreamy- eyed Tuscan beauty, whom you love and who loves you.'' ``Stop!'' said Diotti; ``we will drink to the first part of that toast,'' and holding his glass against that of his bibulous host, continued: ``To the dreamy-eyed women of my country, exacting of their lovers; obedient to their parents and loyal to their husbands,'' and his voice rose in sonorous rhythm with the words. ``Now for the rest of the toast, to the |
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