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The day after the execution the Prefect of Police summoned the executioner and reproved him for his absence. "Well," said Samson, "I was passing along the street when I saw a big yellow poster announcing The Devil's Violin. 'Hello! said I to myself, 'that must be a queer piece, and I went to see it." Thus a playbill saved a man's head. There were some horrible details.

Those strange fanatics who ostentatiously mortify themselves, inwardly and outwardly, with health biscuits and health garments, battened aggressively on the new food. Earnest, spectacled young men devoured it on the steps of the National Liberal Club. A bishop who did not believe in a future state preached against the poster, and a peer's daughter died from eating too much of the compound.

Boom! flash! boom! splash and hiss, as the hail rushed along the narrow street. A large white poster, fresh and glaring, is pasted on the wall of a barn that stands beside a narrow country lane. So plain an advertisement, without any colour or attempt at 'display, would be passed unnoticed among the endless devices on a town hoarding.

These come down from Twin Falls. Now, a gent with special fine eyes might find that you looked like the gent on this poster. But my eyes are terrible bad mostly. Besides, I need to quicken up that fire." He crumpled the poster and inserted it beneath the lid of his iron stove. There was a rush and faint roar of the flame up the chimney as the cardboard burned.

"WHAT... is your name!" he demanded, quoting from the movie Monty Python and the Holy Grail. "Sir Waff-noid," offered Sal. "WHAT... is your quest!" "I seek the higher worlds." "WHAT... were you thinking about last night at 11:30!" Sal blushed. "Alas, my lad," said Atmananda, patting him on the shoulder. "You won't reach the higher worlds thinking about that." Atmananda showed us a poster.

"I'll go away," said Kite again, nodding resolutely. He turned again to the poster, and Miss Bonnicastle resumed her work. Thus Olga found them when she came back. "I've asked him to come at three," she said. "You'll be out then, Bonnie. When you come in we'll put the kettle on, and all have tea." She chanted it, to the old nursery tune.

Well, when I run afoul of that poster I felt I hadn't ought to let anything like that get away; so I hunted up the theater it wa'n't but a little ways off and got a front seat for that very afternoon." "Was it up to the advertising?" asked Pearson. "Was it? Hi hum! I wish you'd been there.

The latter he tossed to Gordon. "Señor, I never saw five hundred dollars dangling within reach before. Shall I go to your friend and give him information?" asked Pablo. Dick read the poster through with interest. "Good old Steve. He's getting busy. Inside of twenty-four hours he'll ferret out this spot." "It may be too late," Pablo flung back significantly.

He had exhibited phenomena at fairs, and he had owned a booth with a trumpet and this poster: "Babet, Dental Artist, Member of the Academies, makes physical experiments on metals and metalloids, extracts teeth, undertakes stumps abandoned by his brother practitioners. Price: one tooth, one franc, fifty centimes; two teeth, two francs; three teeth, two francs, fifty.

Would you really allow me I won't make you untidy? And before Miss Poster could resist, Mrs. Burgoyne had put up her deft hands, and in a moment, with a pull here, and the alteration of a hairpin there, she had loosened the girl's black and silky hair, till it showed the beautiful waves above the ear in which it did indeed resemble the marble head with a curious closeness.