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Updated: May 24, 2025
"But you won't be interested a class-conscious proletarian like you." And she would not tell him; but when she went out, the fellow in the next bed told. "It's the king and queen that's comin'," said the gun-pointer. "Aw, ferget it!" said Jimmie quite sure he was being "kidded" this time. "Comin' to see the submarine victims," said the gun-pointer.
He spent a couple of days trying other places in his home town, but all in vain they had him spotted. At the brewery they were slower than elsewhere they took him on for two hours. Then they found out his record, and "fired" him; and Jimmie "kidded" the boss, saying that they were too late he had already given a Socialist leaflet to every man in the room!
Then I slips out to where Vincent is waitin'. "Buildin' on fire?" says I. "Why, no, sir," says be, goin' bug-eyed. "Oh!" says I. "Then who you got waitin' out there Secretary Daniels or the Czar of Russia?" Vincent pinks up like a geranium and smiles shy, like he always does when he's kidded. "If you please, sir," says he, "it's only a lady; to see Mr. Mason, sir."
"Trouble over there," thought the rosy Dutchman, and waited. The manager waited too, rubbing his hat and brushing his clothes with the tips of his kidded fingers. "They do not wish to see him," slowly concluded the spectator. "Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap!" quoth the knocker, and M. de la Rue looked up around at the windows opposite and noticed the handsome young Dutchman looking at him.
"Wake up," says I. "You're being kidded." "But see here, my man " Waddy begins. "Mr. Llanders is the name," says the superintendent a bit crisp. "Ah, yes. Thanks," says Waddy. "It is quite important, Mr. Llanders, that I find Bruzinski at once." "Mayhap he'll be up by midnight for a bite to eat," says Llanders. "Then we'll just have to go down where he is," announces Waddy.
I've kidded the old man a lot about the Maggie, but she's worth two thousand dollars if somebody'd spend a thousand on her inner works an' give her a dab o' paint an' some new fire hose an' one thing an' another." "We'll wait here until Scraggs shows up an' see what he says. If he still says 'Good mornin', boys, we'll answer him civil an' see what it leads to, Gib." Mr.
"No just let 'em come, I've been kidded by experts and their stuff might prove an added feature. But Adine, you had better let me hand you the cash...." "No, that would be a departure from what we are trying to do. The object of the affair is publicity, not cash. And besides, the colt isn't worth a dime to me or anyone else but you.
I've been afraid all along he didn't appreciate me; in fact, ever since he first showed up at the Corrugated, and I kidded him about his buried treasure tale, he's looked on me with a cold and suspicious eye. Course, that's his specialty, workin' up suspicions. He's been at it right along, ever since the Agnes was tied loose from her pier, and outside of Auntie and Mr.
One headline I remember was like this: "Founder of American Revertist School Sued for Half Million." I expect I kidded Mr. Robert more or less about his artist friend. He don't know quite how to take it, Mr. Robert. In one way he feels kind of responsible for Hallam, but of course he ain't worried much about the damage suit.
The minute he'd said it the burglar said, 'Kidded, by gum! and then our robber made a step towards him to catch hold of him, and before you had time to think 'Hullo! the burglar knocked the pistol up with one hand and knocked our robber down with the other, and was off out of the window like a shot, though Oswald and Dicky did try to stop him by holding on to his legs.
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