You, Junior Whorley, Were a loud, loud man.
You, Junior Whorley, defied convention and studied music.
You, Junior Whorley, sat high in the church and thundered.
You, Junior Whorley, sat in the dark of the Queen Theater and accompanied Lillian Gish.
You, Junior Whorley, took a government job and moved to the Nations Capitol.
You, Junior Whorley, found people like yourself.
You, Junior Whorley, loved attention.
You, Junior Whorley, appeared in public dressed as a woman.
You, Junior Whorley, carried on with rich old women.
You, Junior Whorley, played pieces for the ladies of the YWCA on Sunday afternoons.
You, Junior Whorley, could always find a way to stir up trouble among your friends.
You, Junior Whorley, would show your friends why there was prohibition.
You, Junior Whorley, were loud and obnoxious.
You, Junior Whorley, did not return books loaned to you.
You, Junior Whorley, betrayed confidences for dramatic effect.
You, Junior Whorley, caused married couples to divorce.
You, Junior Whorley, would do your deed and flee town before you could be called on the carpet.
You, Junior Whorley, should not have taken those two Marines back to your hotel room.
You, Junior Whorley, had some explaining to do.
