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"But a dollar is a dollar anywhere, North, South, or West whether you're buying codfish, goober peas, or Rocky Ford cantaloupes. Now, I've been looking over your November number. I see one here on your desk. You don't mind running over it with me? "Well, your leading article is all right. A good write-up of the cotton-belt with plenty of photographs is a winner any time.
Practically all the characters in "100%" are real persons. Peter Gudge is a real person, and has several times been to call upon the writer in the course of his professional activities; Guffey and McGivney are real persons, and so is Billy Nash, and so is Gladys Frisbie. To begin at the beginning: the "Goober case" parallels in its main outlines the case of Tom Mooney.
It subscribed several thousand dollars to the Goober defense fund, and adopted ferocious resolutions which it ordered printed and sent to every local of every labor union in the country. Peter got out before it was over, because he could no longer stand the strain of his own fears and anxieties. He pushed his way thru the crowd, and in the lobby he ran into Pat McCormick, the I. W. W. leader.
Never mind, a peanut or so might come her way, if Toni Salvatore, the little Italian with the long name, should happen to be in a good humor and fling them to her, for well he knew that of the stock he trusted to her, not a single goober would be extracted for her personal enjoyment; and this was why he oftener bestowed upon her a tiny bag of the dainties than upon any other of his small sales people.
He had resisted the temptation for a year, but then he had been out of a job, and the Goober Defense Committee had refused him any work; he had actually been starving, and so at last he had accepted McGivney's offer to let him know about the seditious activities of the extreme Reds.
"Shut up, you nut! Maybe you didn't talk about the Goober case, but you talked about yourself. Didn't you tell somebody you'd worked with that fellow Kalandra?" "Y-y-yes, sir." "And you knew the police were after him, and after you, too?" "Y-y-yes, sir." "And you said you'd been arrested selling fake patent medicines?" "Y-y-yes, sir." "Christ almighty!" cried Guffey.
But they had gone no further than the end of the Lane before they collided with Nick, the parson, just entering it. He had finished his morning's sale of papers and was feeling hungry for his own breakfast and, as Take-a-Stitch ran against him, demanded rather angrily, "What you mean, Goober Glory, knockin' a feller down that way?" "O Nick! Have you seen grandpa?" "Seen the cap'n?
Peanuts, I guessed; but to make sure I called to a colored woman who was hoeing not far off. "What are these?" "Pinders," she answered. I knew she meant peanuts, otherwise "ground-peas" and "goobers," and now that I once more have a dictionary at my elbow I learn that the word, like "goober," is, or is supposed to be, of African origin.
I've had enough of Broadway to last me for a long time." And my partin' glimpse of 'em was at eleven-fifty-six, when they pushed through the gate bound for Goober, Georgia. "After all," thinks I, "it may not be so bad as it sounds." You know how free this J. Bayard Steele has been in callin' on me for help in puttin' over his little deeds of kindness, at so much per deed?
The Brigadier-General was not in the best of humor, and he chafed visibly at the old man's answers. "Does not Goober Creek run down there about a mile in that direction?" he again inquired, pointing with his field-glasses. "I don't know, sah." "How long have you lived here?" asked the Brigadier savagely. "Nigh on to 55 year, sah."
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