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Mr. Bunion: Here comes old Father Time with his new year. I'm going to quizz him about the prospects . I'd like to know if I'm to carry this old valise for another year.
Father Time: I'm glad to meet you. Mr. Bunion: Could I have a little talk with you about myself.
Father Time: You want to know what 1906 has in store for you, eh? Mr. Bunion: Yes, if you can tell me.
 Father Time: Now, didn't I tell you to get away from here? Mr. Bunion: Yes, give him the run! Chase him away! Tin can him!
Father Time: Now, we'll see how you are to fare during 1906. It might be very good and it might be very, very bum, worse in fact than it has been Mr. Bunion: It probably will be worse. I hope not, oh me! Oh my!
Father Time: Now, your name is Mister Bunion, let's see, ah, oh-- Mr. Bunion: Aw! Never mind! Let it go! No I don't what to know about it.
Mr. Bunion: No! No! No! I don't want to hear it no! No! Close up that book! Forget it. I, ah, don't! Never! Never! No! No! No! No! Never mind!
Father Time: Now, you beat it! You hear? Beat it! Mr. Bunion: I'm satisfied to plug along. What we don't know wont' hurt us. Ignorance is bliss. I'm happy at last, yep.