United States or Sudan ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Silverstein doesn't like prize-fighting," she said. "She's down on it, and she knows something, too." He smiled indulgently, concealing a hurt, not altogether new, at her persistent inappreciation of this side of his nature and life in which he took the greatest pride.
She came out of her daze to hear Mrs. Silverstein's hysterical sneer, "keepin' company vit a bruiser." Next, Silverstein and his wife fell to differing on "noted" and "notorious" as applicable to her lover. "But he iss a good boy," Silverstein was contending. "He make der money, an' he safe der money." "You tell me dat!" Mrs. Silverstein screamed. "Vat you know? You know too much.
Moses had only a mother in the world when he married Gittel Silverstein, and he hoped to restore the balance of male relatives by this reckless measure. The result was six children, three girls and three Kaddishim. In Gittel, Moses found a tireless helpmate. During her lifetime the family always lived in two rooms, for she had various ways of supplementing the household income.
He buy der piano for der sisters, der carpets, der pictures on der vall. An' he iss all der time straight. He bet on himself dat iss der good sign. Ven der man bets on himself dat is der time you bet too " Here Mrs. Silverstein groaned her horror of gambling, and her husband, aware that his eloquence had betrayed him, collapsed into voluble assurances that he was ahead of the game.
Somebody else was playing a flashlight around at the stern, which was completely smashed. It was a miracle the rocket locker hadn't blown up, but the main miracle was that all, or even any, of us were still alive. We found a couple of lights that could be put on, and we got all of us picked up and the unconscious revived. One man, Dominic Silverstein, had a broken leg.
The person came forward, proclaiming irritably: "Get out! Get out! You've got to clear the room!" A number of men silently obeyed. "Who are you?" he abruptly demanded of Genevieve. "A girl, as I'm alive!" "That's all right, she's his girl," spoke up a young fellow she recognized as her guide. "And you?" the other man blurted explosively at Silverstein. "I'm vit her," he answered truculently.
Little Silverstein, shouting out Joe's name with high glee, shrank away from Ponta's gaze, shrivelled as in fierce heat, the sound gurgling and dying in his throat. Genevieve saw the little by-play, and as Ponta's eyes slowly swept round the circle of their hate and met hers, she, too, shrivelled and shrank back. The next moment they were past, pausing to centre long on Joe.
With shaken consciousness and trembling body, he clutched and held on, while the ebbing life turned and flooded up in him again. Once, in his passion, unable to hit him, Ponta made as though to lift him up and hurl him to the floor. "V'y don't you bite him?" Silverstein taunted shrilly.
There he sat, austere, side-whiskered, pink and white, close up against the front of the ring. Several seats farther on, in the same front row, she discovered Silverstein, his weazen features glowing with anticipation.
Silverstein is a dub, and a softy, and a knocker," he said good- humoredly. "What's she know about such things, anyway? I tell you it is good, and healthy, too," this last as an afterthought. "Look at me. I tell you I have to live clean to be in condition like this.
Word Of The Day