"I'm a gumchewer, normally," she shouted, "but when I heard about these ticket things of Mr. Wonka's, I laid off the gum and switched to candy bars in the hope of striking lucky.
Now, of course, I'm right back on gum. I just
adore gum. I can't do without it. I munch it all day long except for a few minutes at mealtimes when I take it our and stick it behind my ear for safekeeping. To tell you the honest truth, I simply wouldn't feel comfortable if I didn't have that little wedge of gum to chew on every moment of the day, I really wouldn't. My mother says it's not ladylike and it looks ugly to see a girl's jaws going up and down like mine do all the time, but I dono't agree. And who's she to criticize, anyway, becuase if you ask me, I'd say that
her jaws are going up and down almost as much as mine are just from
yelling at me every minute of the day.
"Now Violet, " Mrs. Beauregarde said from a far corner of the room where she was standing on the piano to avoid being trampled by the mob.
"All right, Mother, keep your hair on!" Miss Beauregarde shouted, "And now" she went on, turning to the reporters again, "it may interest you to know that this piece of gum I'm chewing right at this moment is one I've been working on for over
three months solid. That's a record, that is. It's beaten the record held by my best friend, Mrs. Cornelia Prinzmetel. And was she mad! It's my most treasured possession now, this piece of gum is. At nights, I just stick it on the end of the bedpost and it's as good as ever in the mornings -- a bit hard at first, maybe, but it soon softens up again after I've given it a few good chews. Before I started chewing for the world record, I used to change my piece of gum once a day. I used to do it in our elevator on the way home from school Why the elevator? Because I liked sticking the gooey piece that I'd just finished with on to one of the elevator buttons. Then the next person who came along and pressed the button got my old gum on the end of his or her finger. Ha-ha! And what a racket they kicked up, some of them. You get the best reults with women who have expensive gloves on. . ."
Coming soon: Violet's Oompa Loompa song!
