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An' here's you makin' roughhouse at a dance, an' I 'm the floor manager, an' I gotta put you out." One hand grasped her wrist, the other hand passed around and under her forearm and grasped his own wrist. And at the first hint of pressure she felt that her arm was a pipe-stem about to break. "That's called the 'come along. An' here's the strong arm. A boy can down a man with it.
All the rest of the berths are occupied, unless the Boss is going to let you sleep in the office with him." "I rather think he will not invite us. He seems to be in a huff about something tonight," answered Phil dryly, at which there was a loud laugh. "What's this Johnnie Bull tells me about a roughhouse in the office this afternoon?" demanded Conley suddenly.
I never like to do any more work on Sunday than is absolutely necessary." Phil nodded his approval. "I believe in observing the day, and besides, our people need the rest and the relaxation. That reminds me of what I wanted to say. You did a very clever piece of work last night, both of you." Teddy glanced up in surprise. "Yes; I got a roughhouse from the donkey and the elephant.
Oh, I am perfectly exhausted with this excitement!" said Patricia, sinking back into her chair. "I don't believe I could go down to that rink, not even for another game. It is terribly trying!" At this moment Rupert Stillwell came in, full of enthusiasm for the Cornwalls' scientific hockey, and with grudging praise for the local team, deploring their roughhouse tactics.
One whiff of this roughhouse and he bolted down again, six steps at a jump. He slipped me so easy I was talking to myself all the way up-stairs. That guy had sense. Petticoat shush-shush can't put nothing over on him." "Aw, Ed!" CHORUS: Aw, Eh-ud! Aw, Eh-ud! Naouw "And him dated for Stella! Honest, it's a rotten shame!" Suddenly Miss Kinealy flashed to her feet, her glance running quick.
The common dormitory was no place for him ... I am sorry to confess that, for a while, I helped to make his life miserable for him ... each night the beak-nosed pugilist-lad and I raised a merry roughhouse in the place.... Pfeiler was our chief butt. We put things in his bed ... threw objects about so they would wake him up.
From the opposite sides of the canal Roger and the leader of the trio glared at one another. "Well," said Payne, "you tried to run a bluff and it didn't work. What's the idea?" The man swore again and replied: "What's the idear, huh? That's what I want to know. You'll get yours for this coming on people's land and starting a roughhouse."
Suddenly a voice roared out close behind him. "Stop it!" Turning his head a little Phil recognized Sully, the owner of the show. Sully's face was redder than ever. "What what's all this row about? Haven't you fellows anything more important to do than raising a roughhouse? Get out of here, the whole bunch of you! What's he done? Turn him over to the police and go on about your business."
"He's old American French, and he's got a devil of a temper. But just keep your head and tap him whatever you do, keep tapping him." "Easy sparring now"; "No roughhouse, Bideaux"; "Just light tapping, you know," were admonitions variously addressed to the Iron Man. "Hold on a second," he said to Billy, dropping his hands. "When I get rapped I do get a bit hot. But don't mind me.
She hesitated, at which he said, "Go on you're in right;" then continued, reassuringly: "Say, pal, if he's your white-haired lad, you needn't start no roughhouse, 'cause he don't flirt wit' these dames none whatever. Naw! Take it from me." She entered the door her counsellor indicated to find Roy lounging back watching the dancers.
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