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Updated: May 18, 2025
"Hallo, my cute old boy, you have a good nose on you to be able to smell Polyte's cookery from your own house!" An immense laugh burst forth from the throats of those present. Malivoire, excited by his success, went on: "There is nothing for the rheumatics like a chitterling poultice! It keeps your belly warm, along with a glass of three-six!"
He looked at the lotteries, stopped in front of the shooting galleries to criticize the shots and interested himself specially in a very simple game which consisted in throwing a big wooden ball into the open mouth of a mannikin carved and painted on a board. Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Daddy Malivoire, who exclaimed: "Ha, daddy! Come and have a glass of brandy."
"Hallo, my cute old boy, you have a good nose on you to be able to smell Polyte's cookery from your own house!" A roar of laughter burst forth from the throats of those present. Malivoire, excited by his success, went on: "There's nothing for the rheumatics like a chitterling poultice! It keeps your belly warm, along with a glass of three-six!"
He seemed in bad humor and his face wore a scowl, and he dragged himself forward on his sticks, whining at every step to indicate his suffering. The sight of him caused great annoyance; but suddenly, his neighbor, Daddy Malivoire, a big joker, who knew all the little tricks and ways of people, began to yell, just as Césaire used to do, by making a speaking-trumpet of his hands.
He looked at the lotteries, stopped in front of the shooting galleries to criticise the shots, and interested himself specially in a very simple game, which consisted in throwing a big wooden ball into the open mouth of a mannikin carved and painted on a board. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Daddy Malivoire, who exclaimed: "Ha, daddy! Come and have a glass of spirits."
He looked at the lotteries, stopped in front of the shooting galleries to criticize the shots and interested himself specially in a very simple game which consisted in throwing a big wooden ball into the open mouth of a mannikin carved and painted on a board. Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Daddy Malivoire, who exclaimed: "Ha, daddy! Come and have a glass of brandy."
He seemed in a bad humor and his face wore a scowl as he dragged himself forward on his sticks, whining at every step to indicate his suffering. As soon as they saw him they stopped talking, but suddenly his neighbor, Daddy Malivoire, a big joker, who knew all the little tricks and ways of people, began to yell, just as Cesaire used to do, by making a speaking-trumpet of his hands.
He seemed in a bad humor and his face wore a scowl as he dragged himself forward on his sticks, whining at every step to indicate his suffering. As soon as they saw him they stopped talking, but suddenly his neighbor, Daddy Malivoire, a big joker, who knew all the little tricks and ways of people, began to yell, just as Cesaire used to do, by making a speaking-trumpet of his hands.
"Hallo, my cute old boy, you have a good nose on you to be able to smell Polyte's cookery from your own house!" A roar of laughter burst forth from the throats of those present. Malivoire, excited by his success, went on: "There's nothing for the rheumatics like a chitterling poultice! It keeps your belly warm, along with a glass of three-six!"
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