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His octagon-shaped spectacles were exactly half way down his nose, and his nose was just as long as it was on the day we made his acquaintance if anything, a little longer. He was waiting for the big daily event in Hicksville, the arrival of the train. But a bigger event than that was to arouse Hicksville.
With the exception of two persons the chickens were the only creatures that ever waited for the mail in Hicksville. In the peacefulness of the Hicksville solitude the train could be heard rattling over the bridge and into the woods beyond, going straight about its business as if Hicksville did not exist.
So now good-bye dear old Mum and don't worry, and I won't go near Paris like you said. Hicksville is good enough for me. Your loving son. There was something about this old missive which sobered the bantering troop of scouts and made even Pee-wee quiet and thoughtful. "It's a letter he was going to send," Artie Van Arlen finally said. "Who?" Doc Carson asked. Artie shrugged his shoulders.
"If folks is dead they don't come to Hicksville, I reckon," said the girl. One might suppose that Hicksville would be just the very place folks would go to, if they were dead. Be that as it may the young man was no ghost. He was just a little pale, and he looked as if he might have known much suffering, but he was no ghost.
House organs, picnics, dances, recreation parks, sanitariums in the country and so on can be utilized by "big business," but the spirit which animates them is the same as that which makes the grocery man at Hicksville Centre give his delivery boy an afternoon off when the baseball team comes to town.
So Tom he thanked them very hearty and handsome, and let himself be persuaded, and come in; and when he was in he said he was a stranger from Hicksville, Ohio, and his name was William Thompson and he made another bow.
On a certain fair day in the autumn Joshua Hicks stood in the doorway of the Hicksville post office and contemplated the chickens which were congregated on the store platform waiting for the mail. He looked as if he had been standing there uninterruptedly since we last saw him.
There were only those two there, so she read the contents of the paper aloud. Dear Old Mother: I was hoping I might get down to Hicksville before we sail, but guess I can't. They don't tell us much here but it seems to be in the air that we'll sail in a day or two. Feeling pretty disappointed because I wanted to see you again and say good-bye and have just one good home-cooked meal.
Hicksville proved too small for this enterprising scamp who, after rifling the cash drawer in the railroad station, withdrew from these scenes of limited opportunity to spread his wings in the great metropolis of New York. Joe and his mother never heard of him again.
Perhaps it might more appropriately have been called the county couch, since the inhabitants were said to be forever in a kind of doze. But if Bridgeboro, New Jersey, dozed, Hicksville, North Carolina, had the sleeping sickness. And it did not even walk in its sleep for not a soul was to be seen about the little white house nor anywhere else.
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