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For all the crowd would be so swell, in just the same fine sort of jeans they wear at home, and all the queens with spiffy bonnets on their beans, and all the fellows standing round a-talkin' always, I'll be bound, the same good jolly kind of guff, 'bout autos, politics and stuff and baseball players of renown that Nice Guys talk in my home town!
He rode early because he did not choose that any of his pitiless opponents of the night before should surmise that the torn, worn jeans and old cracked boots and shirt with a rent in the elbow was not merely his working garb, worn informally because he had not wanted to waste time in changing and slicking up, but the only garb he owned.
The genius must work, of course work, work, work, and still work, but the Gift is the power of seeing true and, by God, boy, you have it." His words rang exultantly. "Anybody with eyes kin see," deprecated Samson, wiping his fingers on his jeans trousers. "You think so? To the seer who reads the passing shapes in a globe of crystal, it's plain enough.
I looks over his tickets 'n' he figures to win eight thousand to the race. I have two iron men in my jeans I don't even go down 'n' bet it. "'What's the use? I says to myself. "I can't hardly see the race, I'm so groggy from the jolt Elsy hands me. Friendless breaks in front and stays there all the way. Lou Smith just sets still 'n' lets the hoss rate hisself.
None of them wore more than two garments the jeans and the blouse. They were the lowest type of men Wilbur had ever seen. The faces were those of a higher order of anthropoid apes: the lower portion jaws, lips, and teeth salient; the nostrils opening at almost right angles, the eyes tiny and bright, the forehead seamed and wrinkled unnaturally old.
Then, retracing his steps with resolution he picked up the little book and slid it into the pocket of his jeans. Deserted was the road. Not a soul was to be seen, save the crossing flagman, musing in his chair beside his little hut, quite oblivious to everything but a rank cob pipe. The workman's act had not been noticed. Nobody had observed him. Nobody knew.
Similarly with the cosmic consciousness expressed in the writings of Jeans, Eddington, and Whitehead. With characteristic disregard for the truth certain modern theologians have grasped this cringing attitude of the above-mentioned men and have stressed their viewpoints by a dishonest interpretation that these men actually give a scientific certitude to their own theologic creeds and dogmas.
Then all the men crowded around the Toyman, calling him by his old name. "Do you know him, Frank? Is he fooling us?" "You bet he is," replied the Toyman, "and he's got all your hard-earned money in his jeans." Then he called to the boys to "come quick," for he thought there would be trouble, and there was. For all those men and boys in the crowd climbed up on the wagon and they grabbed Dr.
Millet he "split four hundred rails for every yard of brown jeans, dyed with white walnut bark, necessary to make a pair of trousers." For nearly a year he continued to work as a rail splitter and farm "hand." Then he was hired by a Mr. Denton Offut to take a flatboat loaded with goods from Sangamon town to New Orleans. So well pleased was Mr.
Lambert told them, in reply to kindly, polite questioning from the elder of the bunch, a man designated by the name Siwash, how he was lately graduated from the Kansas Agricultural College at Manhattan, and how he had taken the road with a grip full of hardware to get enough ballast in his jeans to keep the winter wind from blowing him away.
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