He Couldn't Have A Doughnut, And It Made Him Very Mad; He Undertook To Get Revenge By Screaming At His Dad. "Cut Out That Noise!" I Ordered, And He Gave Another Roar, And So I Put Him In "The Room" And Shut And Locked The Door. I Left Him In His Prison Cell Two Minutes, Just About, And, Penitent, He Smiled At Me When I Did Let Him Out. But When He Got Another Look At The Forbidden Fruit He Gave A Yell That They Could Hear In Jacksonville Or Butte. "Cut Out That Noise!" I Barked Again. "Cut Out That Foghorn Stuff! Perhaps I Didn't Leave You In Your Prison Long Enough. "You Want Your Dad To Keep You Jailed All Afternoon, I Guess." He Smiled At Me And Answered His Equivalent For "Yes."