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The executive staff of the hospital consists of Dr. P.M. Wise, medical superintendent; Dr. J. Montgomery Mosher, assistant: Dr. J.A. Barnette and Steward W.C. Hall. N.Y. Sun. By WM. WEBSTER.
That year the soil came out from under the snow rich and malmy to the plow, and Mosher started heavy with his peddler's pack and returned light.
But what's a fellow to do when his ma says, 'Now, Leonard, take little brother along and see that those big, rough boys don't hurt him." Tone and mannerisms were in perfect imitation of Mrs. Mosher. "Give him some cucumbers and let him fool around. That'll keep him quiet," Red suggested. "Yes," retorted Silvey scornfully.
"Darry," smiled Dick, "I wish to present my friend, Mr. Tag Mosher." "What?" gasped Darrin. "This Tag Mosher. By Jove, it is, it? How on earth did you make him wait for us?" Then, all in a flying heap Dave projected himself against young Mosher, clinching with him and bearing him down to the ground. In order to make doubly sure Greg joined in the assault.
Her own daughter-in-law, a girl that was raised in luxury, can cook better as Gussie. I tell you, Mosher, I take off my hat to those Berkowitz girls. And if you should ask me, Ada is a finer one even than Leo's Irma." The sly look of wiseacre wizened up Mosher's face. "Ada!" she says.
"I wish I had one dollar in my pocket for every blond hat with red hair her Felix had before he married." "But it's the second time this week I hear it, Mosher. The same description of such a a nix in a red hat. Once in a cabaret show Gussie says she heard it from a neighbor, and now in and out from taxicabs with her. Four times this week he's not been home, Mosher.
"Mosher," said the deputy sternly, "Officer Simmons suspects that you believed we'd be after you, and that you tore up some of the planks from this crazy old bridge, so that our car would be wrecked. Did you do that?" "Oh, I suppose I must have," replied Tag, with the air of one who feels it fruitless to deny what peace officers were prepared to charge against one of his bad reputation.
"Why should you want my hands up? I'm not armed, and am in no position to attack you. Are you such a coward, Mosher, that you're afraid of an unarmed fellow that you could thrash even if you were unarmed? I can't bring myself to believe that of you. "You've a mighty fine opinion of me, haven't you?" jeered Tag. "I'd like to have a fine opinion of you," Prescott declared. "Oh!
"Are you going to cool down and listen!" demanded Dick Prescott firmly. Out shot the Mosher youth's left fist. Dick dodged. It was a feint; Dick nearly stopped Mosher's right. Blows rained in thickly now. Not every one could Prescott dodge, though he was more agile and better trained than this more powerful youth.
We were startled in the morning by the announcement of the death of a good soldier. John Mosher had marched with the column the day before, but owing to the overpowering heat was obliged to fall a little behind. Toward evening, finding himself too much exhausted to walk further, he applied for and obtained permission to ride in an ambulance of the First division.
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