nobody loses all the timei had an uncle namedSol who was a born failure andnearly everybody said he should have goneinto vaudeville perhaps because my Uncle Sol couldsing McCann He Was A Diver on Xmas Eve like Hell Itself whichmay or may not account for the fact that my UncleSol indulged in that possibly most inexcusableof all to use a highfalootin phraseluxuries that is or towit farming and beit needlesslyaddedmy Uncle Sol's farmfailed because the chickensate the vegetables somy Uncle Sol had achicken farm till theskunks ate the chickens whenmy Uncle Solhad a skunk farm butthe skunks caught cold anddied somy Uncle Sol imitated theskunks in a subtle manneror by drowning himself in the watertankbut somebody who'd given my Unde Sol a VictorVictrola and records while he lived presented tohim upon the auspicious occasion of his decease ascrumptious not to mention splendiferous funeral withtall boys in black gloves and flowers and everything andi remember we all cried like the Missouriwhen my Uncle Sol's coffin lurched becausesomebody pressed a button(and down wentmy UncleSoland started a worm farm)