United States or Svalbard and Jan Mayen ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
It is hard work to get a new idea into the mind of a man who is encased in a shell of ignorance or prejudice, but the salesman is worse than bad-mannered who lets another man, whoever he is, know that he thinks his religion is no good, that his political party is rotten, that his country is not worth a cancelled postage stamp, and that the people of his race are "frogs," "square-heads," "dagos," "wops," or "kikes."
Hit i'n't time fer the kikes." Perhaps I ought to say to those who have not studied dialect as "she is spoke" that the word m'yby is the Seven Dials idiom for maybe, itself more or less an Americanism, signifying "perhaps," while "kikes" is a controvertible term for cakes.
The papers go on about the brutality of the police, and the socialists howl about Cossack methods, and the ministers preach about graft and vice, and the reformers sit in their mahogany chairs in the skyscraper offices and dictate poems about sin, and the cops have to walk around and get hell beat out of 'em by these wops and kikes every time they tries to keep a little order!"
"Ain't one o' y' dares t' show y'r face! Jus' y' let me see who's hissin', and I'll give y' what for! Geese hiss, and snakes! Come and do y'r hissin' where I can look at y'!" More hisses and cat calls, yowls, meows, and a spirited spitting; raucous laughter, too, and a mingling of voices in several tongues. "Wops!" cried Big Tom again. "Wops, and Kikes, and Micks!
"And who is that with you?" He gets answers from the anvil chorus. "That's the swindler!" they shouts. "That's Prentice Owens! He's the one that took our money, and the boy is one of the gang! Nab 'em, Mr. Officer, please nab 'em!" "G'wan, you're a lot of flossy kikes!" I throws back at 'em. "Torchy," says Mr. Ellins, "have you been up to any swindling game?" "Honest, I ain't, Mr. Ellins," says I.
We'll get rid of the stinking kikes! Heil Hitler!" The three suspected Nazi spies were subpoenaed on August 23, 1938. They were: Walter Dieckhoff, Badge No. 38117, living at 2654 E. 19th Street, Sheepshead Bay. Hugo Woulters, Badge No. 38166, living at 221 East 16th Street, Brooklyn. Alfred Boldt, Badge No. 38069, living at 64-29 70th Street, Middle Village, L.I.
"What kind of a fairy story are you trying to put across on me? I suppose you're claiming that Pendleton, the automobile man, is your brother-in-law. Well, he moved out about a month ago. The card hasn't been changed yet, but the firm in there now is a bunch of Kikes that make boys' pants Lipper, Loeb, and Kahn. I saw their sign when I went up to get this order from Warbalowsky.
The incident passed without making any impression upon the minds of any but Thaddeus junior, who, taking his cue from Harry, vociferously asserted that he, too, wished a glass of milk, and in such terms as made the assertion tantamount to an ultimatum. Then Miss Jennie seemed to think it was her turn. "Hi doan't care fer stike. Hi wants chickin," said she. "I'n't there goin' ter be no kikes?"
But what’s in it for you? Where do you get yours, Doc?" "There’s nothing in it for me except to give honest service to the people who trust me." "Listen," he persisted with a sort of ferocious patience; "you ain’t on no bar’l now; an’ you ain’t calling no Ginneys and no Kikes your friends. You’re just talkin’ to me like there wasn’t nobody else onto this damn planet excep’ us two guys. Get that?"
Word Of The Day