Well, Cooleagues,

It appears that of all of the gin joints in all of the world, you have somehow stumbled into mine, but that is fine. I am so glad to accommodate you. Please, do sit down, right here. I have an excellent table available,  directly by the stage. Or would Monsieur and Madame prefer a little privacy -- a little behind the potted palm? When two people are just beginning to stare so soulfully into each other's eyes, the rest of the world is unimportant, no? Our entertainment tonight? Certainly. A chanteuse who is apparently most highly recommended. I have never heard her myself, of course, but there is a man who comes here now and again, a man they call Larry. I have heard him say that this woman is like no one else. I will just bring the champagne and leave you now... Ah, amour! I kiss my fingertips to you!

Strangely in our tees, exchanging glances
Wond'ring in the halls
What were the chances
We'd be shelling out
Before the day was through.

Something in the air was so disturbing,
Something in our lair was so perturbing,
Something in my mail
Told me what I had to do.

Strangely in our tees, we purple people,
We are bound to write no wrongs
Despite these horrid songs.
When first we wore our tees,
Little did you think
How low a girl could sink
When she's very near the brink ... but…

Now we wear the tees, we're all together
Cooleagues thick or thin, now and forever,
Even on our knees
We're strangely in our tees.

And if you're wond'ring in the halls why I CONTINUE to persecute you, please see below:

"January's T-shirt Day raised $140 for our scholarships.  Of that, $47.50 was designated for the Pat Haas scholarship."

So, Doobie doobie do be doobie doobie to you all!

Ruthie! :-D