United States or São Tomé and Príncipe ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
The signaler mimicked the whistling sound, and clicked his heels together. "Ha!" he said, "soixante-quinze good, eh?" The captain called to him, and again he revolved the handle and called to the battery. "Garsong," said Robinson, "a plate of swa-song-canned beans, si voo play and serve 'em hot" A German shell dropped again, and again the chorused howls and laughter of the Towers marked its fall.
The captain called for high explosive, and the signaler shouted on the order. "Exploseef," repeated 'Enery Irving, again airing his French. "That's high explosive." "Garsong, twopennorth of exploseef soup," chanted Robinson. Then the order was sent down for rapid fire, and a moment later the battery burst out in running quadruple reports, and the shells streamed whistling overhead.
"Turned," continued Yuba Bill, severely, "turned into a restyourant waiter, a garsong! Eh, Alfonse, bring me a patty de foy grass and an omelette, demme!" "Dear old chap!" said Islington, laughing, and trying to put his hand over Bill's bearded mouth, "but you YOU don't look exactly like yourself! You're not well, Bill."
"Garsong he called him. He's a bloomin' waiter! Well, well, and me thought he was a signaler." The captain at last was forced to descend from his place, and with the signaler endeavored to rectify the faulty instrument. They got through at last, and the captain spoke to his battery. "'Ear that," said Robinson. "'Mes on-fong, he says. He's got a lot o' bloomin' infants too."
Garsong! Thish gentleman has a few words to shay to you, an' don' take no for an answer. Oh, yes, you arch your eyebrows in sus-sus-picioning and shay that I have been two-stepping around the juniper bowl and I will answer, 'Right O! Just like that. "I make it a rule to cel'brate all suspicious occasions by revelry and goo' cheer. Oh, won' I have a head in the morning! But now.
Brunelli, with a final bow, stepped nimbly into the kitchen and flung off his coat and waistcoat. Flaherty, the nimblest "garsong" among the waiters, had been assigned to the special service of Katy. She was a little faint from hunger, for the Irish stew on the Dempsey table had been particularly weak that day. Delicious odors from unknown dishes tantalized her.
"Say, Garsong," I said, after we came to, "my wife is a daughter of the American Revolution and she's so patriotic she eats only in United States, so cut out the Moulin Rouge lyrics and let's get down to cases. How much will it set me back if I order a plain steak just enough to flirt with two very polite appetites?"
I never pretend to be clever, and that but why does that old fool bother ME, hay? Heigho! I'm devilish thirsty. I was devilish cut last night. I think I must have another go-off. Hallo you! Kellner! Garsong! Ody soda, Oter petty vare do dyvee de Conac. That's your sort; isn't it, Leader?"
They all greeted him at once, shaking hands and slapping him on the back, as they hustled him gleefully back to the corner table and made him sit down. "Say, garsong," said Nick Baumgarten to their favourite waiter, who came at once in answer to his summons, "let's have a porterhouse steak, half the size of this table, and with plenty of mushrooms and potatoes hashed brown. Here's Mr.
"'Say, Garsong, I said, after we came to, 'my wife is a daughter of the American Revolution and she's so patriotic she eats only in United States, so cut out the Moulin Rouge lyrics and let's get down to cases. How much will it set me back if I order a plain steak just enough to flirt with two very polite appetites?
Word Of The Day