High cockalorum Tootletootle tootle loo.

High cockalorum tootle lootle loo.

But the idea of that old cockalorum—though he is my rival—doing a sturdy fellow like me to death is too amusing.”

"Yes, marm, I'm the high cockalorum; we hev'n't got anything for you to-day, though."

Born with no great passion for "the high cockalorum of heroism," De Forest wrote frankly of the nuisance of being shot at, of the multiple woes of a company-grade officer's life.