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Updated: June 23, 2025
The little Roumanian Jew had given him the greater part of his education on this world-conflict; it was over the counter of the cigar-store that Jimmie had got the first geography lessons of his life.
I leave out my sly ruses and feints to draw Hunky's word-of-mouth blows it all came to something like this: "Speaking of the next election," said Hunky, "did you ever know much about Indians? No? I don't mean the Cooper, Beadle, cigar-store, or Laughing Water kind I mean the modern Indian the kind that takes Greek prizes in colleges and scalps the half-back on the other side in football games.
In a little while Roejean sent the waiter out to a café, and he soon returned with coffee for the party, upon which Caper, who had the day before bought some Havana cigars of the man in the Twelve Apostles, in the piazza Dódici Apostoli, where there is a government cigar-store for the sale of them, passed them around, and they were thoroughly appreciated by the diners.
Comrade Stankewitz, Jimmie's cigar-store friend, cried out in his shrill eager voice: Vy did we vant to git mixed up vit them European fights? Didn't we know vat bankers and capitalists vere? Vat difference did it make to any vorking man vether he vas robbed from Paris or Berlin?
I Don't throw away what I been building up for us, Jimmie, step by step! Don't, Jimmie!" "Good Lord, girl! You deserve better 'n me." "I know I got a big job, Jimmie, but I want to make a man out of you, temper, laziness, gambling, and all. You got it in you to be something more than a tango lizard or a cigar-store bum, honey.
Wrenn almost painlessly, so absorbed was Mr. Wrenn in learning from Horatio how to sell a play. To know the address of the firm of Wendelbaum & Schirtz, play-brokers, located in a Broadway theater building, seemed next door to knowing a Broadway manager. When Horatio had gone Tom presented an idea which he had ponderously conceived during his Sunday noon-hour at the cigar-store.
"But what's the use of all that," Jack asked, grumblingly for he was getting hungry! "What's the use of all that if the Chinks sit out there like blooming cigar-store images and never give a hint as to where we are? We are likely to starve before the American ambassador can act with success." Hans rubbed his stomach protectingly. "Empty!" he said. "I could eats a Schinks!"
Then it was not going to be cut out tonight! Along comes the little dog pawing at his muzzle. He stops in distress in front of the cigar-store. People pass and pay no attention to the dog there on the sidewalk. And then in the darkened theater her hands go out, for the door has opened and she sees her husband! Howie. There. Moving as he always moved! She fights back the tears that would blur him.
I've got to stop worrying; and I believe that we have more control over ourselves than we exercise. Come back at noon and we'll go out together." "I'll be here," Henry replied. Just before he reached the office Henry met John Richmond, and together they stepped into a cigar-store. "I've been over to your office," said Richmond. "I have important business with you." "All right, John.
Here he led her to two horizontal slits in the wall and told her to look down. She did so, and found herself peering below, out into the well-stocked cigar-store, with a clear view of the entrance. "That's the conning-tower of this here little floating fortress," chuckled MacNutt, at her shoulder.
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