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"Yes, suh," he concluded one of his eulogies, "Mistuh Johnsing is the biggest man what evuh was." "Bigger than General Grant?" queried the white man to whom he was talking. "Suttinly Mistuh Johnsing is a bigguh man than General Grant," affirmed Eph. "Bigger than President Wilson?" "Of co'se he's bigguh than President Wilson." "Bigger than God?" "Well well " stammered Eph.
Now shoveling ballast grows monotonous, and one gets a confounded back-ache over it, so if you're agreeable I'll fling in a small sum and my services as junior partner." "We're not too rich," said Harry, "and we'll talk it over." "Get a move on there, Sam Johnsing, before the flies eat you!
I have always had a deep admiration for your native land. I vinerate the mimory of that great, that noble Eyetalian who was the original and first discoverer of this here land of ours. "Why, gintlemen, at me mother's knee I was taught to sing that inspirin' song: 'Columbus, the Jim of the Ocean'!" Whereupon there was loud applause. Mr. Johnsing had an enthusiastic admirer in Little Eph Jones.
He enjoys one privilege which is denied us, much to the dissatisfaction of our Anglomaniacs, that of purchasing titles of nobility; but we can acquire a life tenure of the title of Judge by arbitrating a horse-trade or officiating one term as justice of the peace, while by assiduous bootlicking we may, like Rienzi Miltiades Johnsing, obtain a lieutenant-colonelcy or even a gigadier-brindleship on the gilded staff of some 2 x 4 governor, and disport in all the glorious pomp and circumstance of war at inaugural balls or on mimic battlefields; hence honors are easy.
What-ta ya say, huh? Le's paint this li'l ole town red! What-ta ya say, sport?" Freddy managed a feeble smile. "How come you so flush, Brudder Johnsing?" he asked in what he considered an imitation of darky talk. "Mus' 'a' bin rollin' dem bones!" "Tha's a boy!" shouted Bert with a great guffaw. "There's a comeback for you! Game! Tha's what I always liked about you, Freddy. You was always game."
Ole Suh William Johnsing, he done buy me; Suh John, he done sell me; Mars Varick, he buy me; an' hyah ah is, suh heart dess daid foh de Halifax san's." He bent his withered head and laid his face on my hands, but no tear fell. After a moment he straightened, snuffled, and smiled, opening his lips with a dry click. "H'it's dat-a-way, suh. Ole Cato dess 'bleged to fix up de young marster.
"Got a conundrum for you, Amy," he said. "Want to hear it?" "Shoot!" replied Amy, from behind the towel. "Why are you like a great English poet?" "Give it up. Why, Mr. Johnsing, am I like a great English poet?" "Because," replied Clint, edging away, "you surely can play tennis, son!" "Play ten Oh! Help! Officer, arrest this man!" "Huh," said Clint, "that's a better joke than you ever sprung.
"Dess regahd yo'se'f, suh, in dishyere lookum-glass. What I done tell you? Look foh yo'se'f, suh! Cap'in Butler gwine see how de quality gemm'n fixes up! Suh John Johnsing he gwine see! Dat ole Kunnel Butler he gwine see, too! Heah yo' is, suh, dess a-bloomin' lak de pink-an'-silver ghos' flower wif de gole heart."
"Why do you wish you was in Russher?" asked the interlocutor, introducing a Massa Bones and Massa Johnsing touch into the dialogue. "Because yer can wade over yer knees in bla-a-a-ad there," said the mummy. "In wot?" "In bla-a-ad ruddy bla-a-ad! That's why I wish I wos in Russher." "Cheery cove that," said Lord Dreever. "I say, can you give us some coffee?"
Yer kyant 'spec' a gemmen to be degaged in de music an' a gal at de same time," replied Jeff, with oppressive gravity. "Mister Johnsing, I'se tank yer fo' yer arm," said Mandy to a man near, with responsive dignity. "Yer wait on me here, an' yer kin wait on me home. I'se 'shamed on mysef dat I took up wid a lout dat kin do nuffin but fiddle; but I was kine ob sorry fer him, he sich a fool."
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