Nice lot of Hungry Jakes to feed with int'rest-bearin' securities!
He was dead and cold, Jakes, and you may as well know it fust as last.
To Jakes adoring eyes it was as the halo about the head of a patron saint.
But among them was not Mr. Jakes, though he needed a stimulus as much as any.
"He knows a bit better than that," replied Jakes, smiling with dark significance.
Now Sergeant Jakes was not allowed to chastise any boys on Sunday.
And by accident, of course, Sergeant Jakes had just dropped in.
Come down at once, and put a bar across, because Jakes must have his supper.
Sergeant Jakes has been placed on guard, against any rash curiosity.
Just you wait a minute, Jakes, for I've got a Christmas-box for you.