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Updated: April 30, 2025
Mrs. Bradley-Martin has triumphed gloriously, raised herself by her own garters to the vulgar throne of Vanity, the dais of the almighty dollar. She is now Delphic oracle of doodle-bugs and hierophant of the hot stuff. Viva Regina! Likewise, rats!
Walking one day back of the house, I observed a number of small holes, with a little shining head just visible in each, which vanished at my approach. Looking closer, I was surprised to find a colony of tropical doodle-bugs. Straightway I chose a grass-stem and squatting, began fishing as I had fished many years ago in the southern states.
You're loafing, you know you are; I don't give a damn what you're to do. Do something! Don't give an imitation of a cast-iron hero. No, I won't either tell you what to do. I don't know. But do it, even if you have to make it up out of your own head. Consider the festive water-beetle, and the ant and other industrious doodle-bugs. Get a wiggle on you, fellows. We'll never get out at this rate.
If you know where to find them I hope you will catch one and forward it to me." Ben grinned. "I guess doodle-bugs is like South Polar bears," he said. "How is that, my dear sea-faring friend?" "There ain't any," laughed Ben, blotting his big, scrawling signature on the ship's books. On and on toward the Pole plied the Southern Cross.
O.W. "Just so. And did you think all the ants and doodle-bugs blundered into that grease in one morning? I put 'em in myself to give you a 'kink." "You blasted, dirty old sinner." Second Man. "Oh, you miserable old swamp savage; I shan't get over that earwig in a month." "This life in the woods isn't what it's cracked up to be; I don't relish bugs and spiders. I wish I were home.
At least once each lunar month for long years past your quivering diaphragm has been slammed up against the shrinking face of nature by mental microbes, or walked on by ambitious doodle-bugs, who wondered next day to learn that you were absorbing your rations with clock-work regularity and doing business at the same old stand.
"And can we slide down the ice-house like you used to do? And will Uncle Jimpson call up the doodle-bugs out of the ground like he did when you was a little girl?" "Listen!" cried Miss Lady suddenly starting up. "What is that?" From the far end of the street came the sound, "Wuxtry! Here's your Wuxtry! All about " "It's just the newsboy I was being like," said Bertie. "What's the matter?
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