Shake your lazy bones and get busy.

If you don't hustle you'll get something harder than a tomato." "Laundry ?" wondered Tom Gray.

"Why Laundry, Hippy ?" "That's his name, isn't it?
Doesn't he call himself Washington Washington on Sundays and holidays, and Wash-Wash, for short, on weekdays?
I have his word for it.

Wash is laundry and laundry is wash in the neck of the woods where I was reared," explained Hippy, at the same time narrowly observing the colored boy, who, following Lieutenant Wingate's threat, had permitted himself to slide to the ground, and there he sat, still mouthing his harmonica, lost to everything but the music he was creating.
"Your logic is unassailable," nodded Miss Briggs.

"I was wondering why, while we are about it, we don't hire a brass band.