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Harump-h-h-h!" infallible evidence that Cappy Ricks was in the immediate offing, yearning for Matt to turn round in order that he might hail the boy and thus re-establish diplomatic relations. Matt, however, elected to be perverse and pay no attention to Cappy; instead, he moved closer to the chart and affected greater interest in it. "Hello, you big, sulky boob!"
"We're not dead ones yet, as you'll find out the next time we take your measure." "What was that Satan said," asked Dick Trent, "about rather reigning in hell than serving in heaven? I'd rather be a boob on the 'Varsity than king of the scrubs." "O, well," laughed Morley, "if you want to put yourself on a level with Satan, there's no one to prevent you.
The lad dug his heel into the moist sand and watched the hole fill with water. "Somehow I'm an awful boob at books," he suddenly confessed. "I hate so to study that Ma fairly has to haul me along by the hair or I'd never go to school. I barely skinned through this year. Up to the very last minute we all had cold chills for fear I wouldn't." Dick shot the offender a sympathetic glance.
I don't know how he'd get acquainted with a boob like this." "Oh, well!" the desk sergeant yawned. "Stick him in the cage. We'll call up this Lescott party later on. I guess he's still in the hay, and it might make him peevish to wake him up." Left alone in the police-station cell, the boy began to think. First of all, he was puzzled.
"Don't believe that guy got hep to our number! Didn't have time," an optimist found courage to declare. "What darn fool was it that shot first? Oughta be crowned for that!" "Aw, the boob started it himself! He fired on us and we were only joshing!" "He got his, all right!" "Don't believe we killed him sure, he was more scared than hurt," put in the optimist dubiously.
How could he be such a boob as to let the chance slip through his fingers?" "He never told you of it?" asked Kennedy. "Yes, he told me of the dagger, but hadn't read the inscription, he said," answered Whitney. "I was so busy at the time with Lockwood and Mendoza, who had the concession to dig for the treasure, that I didn't pay much attention to what Norton brought back.
Both of them, hand in hand, or he alone, the chump, the boob, the easy mark who got this sort of thing wished on him! "I don't think it would be possible to get the stage for a supper-party," he pleaded, shifting his ground. "Goble wouldn't give it to us." "As if Mr Goble would refuse you anything after you have written a wonderful success for his theatre!
The Ohulîs should be properly called the O'Hooleys. The word Wazoo is simply the Urdu for McGinnis. El Boob is the Urdu for the Arabic El Papa, the Pope. It was my knowledge of Urdu, itself an agglutinative language " "Precisely," said the Premier. Then he turned to his Cabinet. "Well, gentlemen, our task is now simplified. If they are Irish, I think we know exactly what to do.
Mary would give her mother her sunny smile. "Leslie Perry is going to be here to-morrow night, anyway, and we're going to Thomas Prince's skating party in the afternoon, aren't we, Mother?" "Thomas Prince, the big boob!" Gogo might comment without bitterness. "He's not a big boob, either, is he, Mother?" Mary was swift in defence. "He's not nearly such a boob as Tubby Butler or Sam Moulton!"
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