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Updated: June 18, 2025
Me an' this lunkhead, Ike, my nephew, ain't used to great cities, an' me bein' of an inquirin' turn o' mind we'll be anxious to see all that's to be seed in Frankfort." "Don't you fear," replied Harry, full of gratitude, "I'll be back soon in the morning." "But don't furgit one thing," continued Jarvis. "I hear there's a mighty howdy-do here about the state goin' out o' the Union or stayin' in it.
Let the particulars go. The men in that far country were liars; every one. Their mere howdy-do was a lie, because they didn't care how you did, except they were undertakers. To the ordinary inquirer you lied in return; for you made no conscientious diagnosis of your case, but answered at random, and usually missed it considerably.
If it weren't for the traveling men our girls wouldn't know whether stripes or checks were the thing in gents' suitings. When the baseball season opened the girls swarmed on it. Those that didn't understand baseball pretended they did. When the team was out of town our form of greeting was changed from, "Good-morning!" or "Howdy-do!" to "What's the score?"
"Howdy-do, Miss Sternberger?" His arm squirmed free from the deadlock clutch. "Won't you join us?" "Thanks," said Myra, smiling until an amazing quantity of small white teeth showed; "but I just stopped by to tell Bella that Mrs. Blondheim was askin' for her." There was a third pause. "Won't you come along, Mr. Arnheim?
The name that came to her over the telephone conveyed nothing to her. "Who?" Again the name. "Heyl?" She repeated the name uncertainly. "I'm afraid I O, of course! Clarence Heyl. Howdy-do." "I want to see you," said the voice, promptly. There rose up in Fanny's mind a cruelly clear picture of the little, sallow, sniveling school boy of her girlhood.
Adams was pleased, and, going out to see for himself, heard a great hammering and sawing from within the building; while carpenters were just emerging gingerly upon the dangerous roof. He walked out over the dried mud of his deep lot, crossed the street, and spoke genially to a workman who was removing the broken glass of a window on the ground floor. "Here! What's all this howdy-do over here?"
The accommodating and friendly mine-boss of the Howdy-do led Madeira's party to a shed opposite his mill and there outfitted them with rubber coats and caps, talking to them all the while in that tinkling voice, with the glad note singing in it. "God bless my soul, Throcker, how much did the last blast bring down?" Madeira turned to Steering before Throcker could reply.
"Well, she's courageous now, because she knows. She's been through it all and beaten it all, and she knows she can beat it again. She understands I tell you everything. "Why, look here! We all but ran into each other on the corner, there, of Broadway and Forty-second Street; shook hands, said howdy-do. How long was I here for? Was Eleanor with me? And so on.
Then, addressing her reflection in the glass, she exclaimed: "Whee, but there's a gaudy dame! Makes a paint-box blush with shame. Razzle-dazzle, fizzle-fazzle! Howdy-do, Miss What's-your-name?" She bowed, and the reflection bowed. Then she laughed again, long and merrily, and the Glass Cat crept out from under the table and said: "I don't blame you for laughing at yourself. Aren't you horrid?"
"Fiddle-cum-foo, Howdy-do? Riddle-cum, tiddle-cum, Too-ra-la-loo!" "That beats your poetry, Scraps," said Ojo. "It's just nonsense!" declared the Glass Cat. "But it's good advice for the foolish," said the donkey, admiringly. "Listen to my partner, and you can't go wrong."
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