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Updated: September 11, 2025
Again and again the gavel fell, and again and again an announcement of failure was followed by blood-curdling howls. When Sugar struck 80 not 180, but plain 80 it seemed that the last day of stock speculation was at hand. Announcements were being made every few minutes of the failure of this bank, the closing of the doors of that trust company. Where would it end?
But no; there came around the corner a cart with a single horse, driven by a lad; and the lad, pulling up before the store, went in, and in less than a minute reappeared staggering under a heavy burden. "But, Hallo!" cried Mr. Gavel, pulling himself together, and striding towards the cart.
Jameson was interrupted, as he no doubt expected, by applause from floor and gallery. He stood rubbing his hands together, and it seemed to William Wetherell that the Speaker did not rap as sharply with his gavel as he had upon other occasions. "Gentlemen of the House," continued Mr.
They'd been shamefully underpaid men who'd been on the faculty twenty to thirty years getting two thousand! Well, Huntington College had now a new president, one of the boys of twenty years ago. Yes sir, things were different. It was in the air. In the midst of the dinner course, the toastmaster rapped loudly with the gavel for attention. It was hard to obtain quiet.
My emotions swept me away! I most humbly apologize! But when this witness so unblushingly confesses how he played the scoundrel's part, aged case hardened practitioner as I am, my heart cries out against such infamous treachery " Bang! went the judge's gavel. "You are only making it worse!" declared the court severely. "Proceed with your examination." "Very well, Your Honor!" replied Mr.
Dancy stooped for the gavel, which had fallen from the judge's hand, being minded, I think, to run the convention awhile in the interest of his own crowd. But his greedy fingers never closed over its black-walnut handle, because, facing him, he saw just then what made him freeze solid where he was.
"Misther Denis," said one of those present, "maybe you'd tell us upon the watch, what the hour is, if you plase, sir; myself never can know right at all, except by the shadow of the sun from the corner of our own gavel." "Why," replied Denis, pulling it out with much pomp of manner, "it's just half-past two to a quarter of a minute, and a few seconds."
"Is is there goin' to be one?" The match burned low in Sam's trembling fingers, and he dropped it with an exclamation of pain. "There was one," said the Fat Lady. "At Gavel's roundabouts. Leastways, the folks came chargin' into my tent, which is next door, cryin' out that the boiler was blowin' up. I travel with Gavel, sir as his Fat Lady " "Oh!" Sam drew a long breath.
Any midshipman who had glanced toward the chair would have discovered that the occupant of the class chair was rapping hard with his gavel, though no sound of it was heard above the tumult. Presently, however, Farley's antics produced their effect. The noise gradually lessened. "Mr. President!" essayed Farley once more. "Mr. Farley has the floor!" shouted the class president hoarsely. "Mr.
She turned on 'Dolph, scolding, commanding him to be quiet; and 'Dolph subsided on his haunches and watched her, his stump tail jerking to and fro beneath him like an unweighted pendulum. There was a label attached to the straw bands. She turned it over and read: James Gavel, Proprietor, Imperial Steam Roundabouts, Henley-in-Arden.
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