Friday, May 30, 2008

Gockel Trumpet Solo painting

Gockel Trumpet Solo painting
Gockel Turm-Oil I painting
Gockel Turm-Oil II painting
Gockel Tuxedo Junction I painting
"He's a born Weller," laughed Jo, as her parent gathered himself up, and her nephew tried to stand on his head, as the only mode of expressing his satisfaction that school was over.
"What have you been at today, bübchen?" asked Mr. Bhaer, picking up the gymnast.
"Me went to see little Mary."
"And what did you there?"
"I kissed her," began Demi, with artless frankness.
"Prut! Thou beginnest early. What did the little Mary say to that?" asked Mr. Bhaer, continuing to confess the young sinner, who stood upon the knee, exploring the waistcoat pocket.
"Oh, she liked it, and she kissed me, and I liked it. Don't little boys like little girls?" asked Demi, with his mouth full, and an air of bland satisfaction.
"You precious chick! Who put that into your head?" said Jo, enjoying the innocent revelation as much as the Professor.

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