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"See what they become even at the small elevation of 340 feet mere crawling insects going to and fro at random." "Oh, they ain't anything of the kind," exclaimed Daisy, suddenly "they're folks! I saw an automobile. Oh, gee! are we that high up?" "Walk over this way," said Dabster.
Daisy giggled at her favorite joke; and Joe had to smile with her. "Your quarters are somewhat limited, Mr. er er," remarked Dabster, "in comparison with the size of this building. I understand the area of its side to be about 340 by 100 feet.
Dabster led her to the parapet so she could look down at the black dots moving in the street below. "What are they?" she asked, trembling. She had never been on a height like this before. And then Dabster must needs play the philosopher on the tower, and conduct her soul forth to meet the immensity of space. "Bipeds," he said, solemnly.
She had Joe's picture in a gilt frame on the dresser, and sometimes but her next thought would always be of Joe's funny little store tacked like a soap box to the corner of that great building, and away would go her sentiment in a breeze of laughter. Daisy's other suitor followed Joe by several months. He came to board in the house where she lived. His name was Dabster, and he was a philosopher.
Its fiery parabola was limned against the sky toward the east. It hissed as it went, and Daisy screamed. "Take me down," she cried, vehemently, "you you mental arithmetic!" Dabster got her to the elevator, and inside of it. She was wild-eyed, and she shuddered when the express made its debilitating drop. Outside the revolving door of the skyscraper the philosopher lost her.
He lunched at tea-rooms. He prowled in front of tea-rooms. He dreamed about tea-rooms. He became a dabster at tucking paper napkins into his neat little waistcoat without tearing them. He got acquainted with the waitress at the Nickleby Tavern, which was not a tavern, though it was consciously, painstakingly, seriously quaint; and he cautiously made inquiry of her regarding tea and china.
Dabster's going to take me on top of the building to observe the view," said Daisy, after she had introduced her admirers. "I never was on a skyscraper. I guess it must be awfully nice and funny up there." "H'm!" said Joe. "The panorama," said Mr. Dabster, "exposed to the gaze from the top of a lofty building is not only sublime, but instructive.
The best kind of a "dabster" is made from a mole's skin. The common marbles used by boys everywhere are called mibs, fivers, commies, migs, megs, alleys, and dubs. A very large marble is a bumbo and a very small one a peawee. Glass marbles are called crystals and those made of agate are called reals. The choicest real is supposed to be green and is called a "mossic" or "moss real."
No, I don't claim that, for I am not a genius; in fact, I am a very indifferent amateur, a slouchy dabster, a mere artistic sarcasm; but drunk or asleep I can beat those buccaneers." "Shake! I want to shout! Oh, I tell you, I am immensely delighted and relieved. Oh, just to work that is life! No matter what the work is that's of no consequence.
The one coming nearest to the oval has "first shot" and continues to shoot as long as he drives out a marble and "sticks" in the oval himself. Reals are often supposed to have superior sticking qualities. Playing marbles "for keeps" is really gambling and should be discouraged. The knuckle dabster is a small piece of cloth or leather that boys use to rest the hand on when in the act of shooting.
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