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My little dawter was execootin ballids, accompanyin herself with the Akordeon, and she wisht me to linger and hear her sing: "Hark I hear a angel singin, a angel now is onto the wing." "Let him fly, my child!" sed I, a-bucklin on my armer; "I must forth to my Biz." We air progressin pretty well with our drill.
Benjamin, junior, slapped his trousers pocket and grinned. "No fear, dad. I don't forget the biz." "Well, well; just wait till I've gone through the letters, and we'll see what we can do. We'll see. Ha! this reads well. I like this. Ben, we're in luck this morning. In luck, my boy!" Mr. Benjamin abandoned his negligent attitude, and, drawing close to his father, peered over his shoulder.
But the heart of the virtuous prince did not rejoice, nor did the BROKAH, when he found his STOKH was valueless; but the merchants lifted their hands in wonder at the sagacity and wisdom of the famous Prince BULLEBOYE. For none would believe that it was the law of ALLAH that the prince followed, and not the rules of BIZ.
"Thar ain't no use of tryin' to reach home on foot, any more than thar is of climbing up that wall with yer toes. Arter we strike camp, we'll stop long enough to eat two or three bufflers, and rest, and while yer at that sort of biz, I'll 'light out, and scare up something in the way of hoss flish. Thar's plenty of it in this part of the world, and a man needn't hunt long to find it.
He jumped from his seat, and with a violent shove sent the man reeling half across the room. "Blast you, Mope!" he snarled. "You're too blamed fly! D'ye wanter queer the whole biz?" "Aw, wot's the matter wid youse!"
But the heart of the virtuous prince did not rejoice, nor did the Brokah when he found his stokh was valueless; but the merchants lifted their hands in wonder at the sagacity and wisdom of the famous Prince Bulleboye. For none would believe that it was the law of Allah that the prince followed, and not the rules of Biz.
"I tell you what it is, boys," said Captain Corbet, after a long and thoughtful silence; "the best plan of acting in a biz of this kind is to pluck up sperrit an go on. Why, look at me. You mind the time when that boat, that thar i-dentical, individdle boat, drifted away onst afore, with youns in it. You remember all about that, course. Well, look at me. Did I mourn? Did I fret? Was I cast down?
Their numbers was greatly superior to ours, and they had prepared a cunning trap for us, which we only escaped by the vigilance of Corpril Elliott and the generalship of Serg't Klegg. I tell you, those men are a dandy team when it comes to running a battle. They know their little biz, and don't you forget it for a minute.
"When you began talking printing I knew you were on to the racket and understood something about the theatrical biz. Why, you're one of us. You belong to the profesh." "Oh, give us a rest with your nonsense! What are you chinning about? I am just a plain, common, every-day innkeeper." "Suppose you are. Let it go at that, and let me tell you times are advancing.
And Edna saw. "To get a line on the biz," he continued, "throw yer lamps on me. I'm the Only all-round amateur. To-night I make a bluff at the tramp act. It's harder to bluff it than to really do it, but then it's acting, it's amateur, it's art. See? I do everything, from Sheeny monologue to team song and dance and Dutch comedian. Sure, I'm Charley Welsh, the Only Charley Welsh."
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