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Do go to sleep! I call him Pretzel, she added, looking up with a wild smile, 'because when he is curled up, with his little legs together, on his side, he is just the shape of those little twisted rolls my husband likes with his beer. It is a vulgar name, yes but this is a vulgar age, dear cousin, you know, and we must not be behind our times!
In about thirty seconds, however, the noises suddenly ceased, Pretzel went to sleep again and his mistress sat looking at the swallows and the flitting butterflies, her weary features expressing nothing that could be connected with mirth, any more than if she had not laughed for years. The repose could not last long, but Greifenstein felt that it was refreshing.
So when I glance up and see this tall, well tailored party standin' at my elbow, and notice the eager, excited look in his pale blue eyes, I know about what to expect. "Well, what is it this time, Barry?" says I. "Have you doped out an explosive pretzel, or are you goin' to turn milliner and release some woman for war work?" "Oh, I say, Torchy!" he protests. "No chaffing, now.
The dog stirred uneasily and uttered a feeble little growl, turned round on her lap, bit his tail, and then settled himself to rest again. The lady watched all these movements with anxious interest, smoothing the folds of her dress at the spot on which the beast was about to lay his head. 'Ah! my beloved, my treasure! she murmured in a strident whisper. 'Did I wake you! Dear, dear Pretzel!
Then I saw that the curled pretzel, lying there on the floor, was very like a little coiled-up snake. The monkey had never seen a snake, but it was in his blood to be afraid of one. That incident changed my whole life for me. Up to that evening, I had intended to be a lawyer." Theron did not feel sure that he had understood the point of the anecdote.
"We need him in some of the first scenes to-morrow. Get him, somebody!" "Hey, Mister! Does yer mean dat funny, moon-faced man what talks like a pretzel?" asked a newsboy in the station. "Yes, that's Mr. Switzer," was the answer. "Where is he?" "I jest seen him go out dat way," and the boy pointed toward the doors leading to the street in front of the ferry.
Singleton, I don't know no Goiman except pretzel, sauerkraut, wiener wurst, and them kind o' woids." "Those belong to the universal language, Dutch," I answered consolingly. "What is your name, anyhow?" "Augustus Schortemeier, and I say it ain't no worse'n Longfellow," he protested. The point was delicate and not one that I felt myself qualified to discuss.
"'It's very kind, teacher told Jacob, 'of your father to make me a pretzel 'specially every day, she told him, 'without the salt. And Jacob told her his father didn't do any such thing; he licked the salt off before he gave teacher the pretzel an' she hasn't never eaten any since, and Jacob's stopped bringing them," concluded Dot. "Well! what do you think of that?" gasped Agnes.
I think I'll go out and have a pretzel!" God, what a life, I thought to myself! None of that for me! And so I left the "polers." But now in my restless groping around for realities in life that would thrill me, things that I could write about, I began trying to test things out by talking about them with my friends. What did a fellow want most in life what to do, what to get and to be?
A judge decided that as drink could be served with meals, a man need only eat one sandwich or a pretzel and he could then drink seventeen beers, or as many as he liked. But the result of Roosevelt's action had nearly stopped bribe-giving to the police. So there was something gained.
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