Zigaboo

“That zigaboo is a singing fool,” remarked Jake.

Wait till I light up my coal-pot and I’ll tell you about this Zigaboo called Jelly.

“Mommie,” the little girl announced in a confidential stage whisper: “Mommie, there is a ‘zigaboo’ behind you!” The mother turned and looked squarely into my eyes. Did she see a “zigaboo?” I wondered. She gave no hint.