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Updated: May 11, 2025
Seeing Dam shepherding a flock of elders to the beautifully-mown putting-tracks radiating from the central circle of "holes" for the putting competition, she informed him that she adored putting, so much so that she wanted lessons from him, the local amateur golf-champion. "I just want a little personal tuition from the Champion and I shall be quite a classy putter," she gurgled.
Well, as I was saying, he asked their names, and he liked them fine. Said they were so classy." "Didn't he say classic, Huldah?" inquired Rob. "Mebby. What's the difference?" snapped Huldah. "None," I assured her quickly, dodging a definition. "She told him " began Emerald. "You shut up," again adjured Huldah, "or I'll never bake you one of those small pies no more."
"Say, I bet you never noticed my swell kicks." The flapper thrust forth her legs and twirled her feet. "Classy, eh? They go with the lid pretty nice. Say, you're kind of dumb yourself. You've got moldy since I saw you last." "How'd you remember my name?" inquired the newspaper man. "Oh, there are some Johns who tip over the oil can right from the start. And you never forget them.
But his mind was made up to one thing Newman would not leave that room now except as a prisoner or a dead man. "That's the idea," said Newman. "You're helpless as a babe, and you might as well acknowledge it. Now, listen to this. You're crazy about Jane Atwood, or all signs fail. In fact, you probably hope to marry her. She's a classy, refined girl, with a big purpose in life.
He was perfectly willing, also, to welcome "classy" dogs, as George and Dan called them, like Stefansson, Lipton, or dainty Margaret Winston, from Kentucky.
We were round at the King's Road, Chelsea, perhaps a quarter of an hour after he had spoken, and there we stopped at the door of a lot of studios, which I have been told since are where some of the great painters of the country keep their pictures. Here my friend was gone perhaps twenty minutes, and when next I saw him he had three flash-up ladies with him, and every one as classy as he was.
Well, Mary Jane Hicks went through her Freshman year without causing any more excitement than you could make by throwing a clamshell into the Atlantic Ocean. She drew a couple of classy men for the class parties and they reported that she towed unusually hard when dancing.
Don't believe in cheap literature of no sort.... Oh, of course it's all right to read a coupla detective stories or a nice, bright, clean love-story just to pass the time away. But me, I like real, classy, high-grade writers, with none of this slangy dialogue or vulgar stuff. 'Specially I like essays on strenuous, modern American life, about not being in a rut, but putting a punch in life.
But you'll sure be a knock-out when that she-undertaker in there gets you rigged out in classy clothes. Then the curtain will go up on the real show and it's going to be a big show and you'll be the hit of the piece!" With that incitement to Maggie's imagination Barney left her; and Old Jimmie followed, furtively giving Maggie a brief, uncertain look.
Next he steps across the room soft and jerks it open, revealin' the classy Nivens standin' there with his head on one side. "Ha!" snarls Ham. "Listening, eh?" "Oh yes, sir," says Nivens. "Naturally, sir." "Why naturally?" says Adams. "I'm rather interested, that's all, sir," says Nivens. "Oh, you are, are you?" sneers Ham. "Come in here."
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