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Pelz leaned over, transferring his own knife and fork. In Yiddish: "Grandmother, I hear you've been flirting with Doctor Isadore Aarons. Now, don't you let me hear any more such nonsense. The young girls in this house got to walk the straight line." The old face broke still more furiously into wrinkle, the hand reaching out to top his.
"Don't want to hurry you, Spencer, but if you have to catch that ten-o'clock train, by the time you get back and change clothes " "You're right, Mr. Pelz; I'd better be getting on." Miss Pelz danced to her feet. "Mamma and papa will excuse us, Lester, if we leave before coffee. Come; I'll shoot you to the club." "Why, Bleema! George will bring the limousine around and " "I promised!
By the great order of things which decreed that about the time Herod, brother to no man, died, Jesus, brother to all men, should be born; and that Rabelais, moral jester, should see light the very year that orthodox Louis XI passed on, by that same metaphysical scheme reduced to its lowliest, Essman's drop-picture machine, patent applied for, was completed the identical year that, for Rudolph Pelz, the rainy-day skirt slumped from a novelty to a commodity.
Roody, for God's sake, don't get so red! Williams some water quick! Roody!" "I'm all right. All right, I tell you. She got me excited. Sit down, Bleema sit down, I said." "Pelz, if you don't mind, I think maybe I'd better be going." "You stay right here, Feist. I want you to hear every word that I'm going to say. If my daughter has no shame, I haven't, either. Williams, call Mrs.
"Oh, if you're going to begin that!" "Your poor old grandmother don't she mean nothing? You saw how she looked just now when they took her out, even before she knows what it's all about " "I hope she never has a worse trouble than for me to marry the best " Then Mr. Pelz came down with crashing fist that shattered an opalescent wine-glass and sent a great stain sprawling over the cloth.
After a day when he had unerringly directed the great swinging crane of this or that gigantic transaction it had a laving effect upon him this view of sure and fluent tide that ran so perpetually into infinitude. Yet for Mr. Pelz to attempt to articulate into words this porcelain-thin pillar of emotions was to shatter it into brittle bits. "Say, Rosie, ain't that a view for you?
Pelz wound his way through an overcrowded huddle of furniture that was gloomily, uglily utilitarian. A sideboard spread in pressed glass; a chest of drawers piled high with rough-dry family wash; a coal-range, and the smell and sound of simmering. A garland of garlic, caught up like smilax, and another of drying red peppers.
Feist, have you, the film king? You two ought to get acquainted one makes the films and the other makes them famous." There was a round of greetings, Mr. Spencer passing a hand that had emerged white and slim through the ordeal of thousands of feet of heroics. "How do you do, Mrs. Pelz? Boss! Mr. Feist, glad to know you!"
His steps turned naturally upwards towards the overhanging castle where he was sure of a breeze and plenty of shade; and as he passed the famous old "Wirthshaus zum faulen Pelz" on the ascent, he turned in and took a drink of the cool clear ale and a pretzel, an operation termed in Germany the "Frühschoppen," or "early glass," and as universal a practice as the early tea in the tropics before the sun is up, or the "vermouth" of the Italian before the evening meal.
It's almost good enough to remind me how you and grandma used to make it, Rosie." "Speaking of 'Saint Elba, Mr. Pelz, somebody must speak to Mabel Lovely about the way she keeps hogging center-stage in that scene with me on " "There's no center-stage left to hog with you in the picture, Spencer." "She crowds me to profile. They want me full-face.
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