Dooderbutt, I’m going to have to trust your expertise on poo-paper.
My Dad called it “music roll.” It made me take a second look at player pianos...but I never trusted his other colloquialisms, like “Cape Crud” for Cape Cod (my mom’s birthplace) and “no-stinkum” for deodorant. He also said all stray dogs were named “Fozzum,” something I have learned that he apparently just made up out of whole cloth. My husband assures me all stray dogs are, in fact, named “Temporary.”
:-) My father also calls an empty “poo-paper” roll a “doo-doo-doo” ‘cause he gives it to the grand-kids to go “doo-doo-doooooo” in like a trumpet or something.
What is it with the weirdness of fathers? But, they are wonderful and a lot of fun, aren’t they?