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Updated: May 4, 2025
"Anyhow, I'm glad dey didn't put no hoister nor damper-getter wit' me. I'm partickler who I meet. De whole profesh is gettin' run down at de heel. I'm dead sick of rats who can't do nothin' but lift pokes," concluded the occupant of the lower berth with disgust. Though Clay's nerves were of the best he did very little sleeping that night. He was in a grave situation.
Thompson, which threw a great respect for our profesh into him. Consequently he wasn't fresh like most soldiers, but answers me as polite as a tin-horn gambler on pay-day.
He was a true "profesh," a "blowed-in-the-glass" stiff, and as such received all kinds of latitude from the hall-men in authority. Pittsburg Joe, who was Second Hall-man, used to join Rover Jack in his jags; and it was a saying of the pair that the Erie County Pen was the only place where a man could get "slopped" and not be arrested.
"And you'll notice I haven't advised you to come back and face the music. Seems to me we understand each other." "Here's my address," said Greenfield, handing him a card; "may save you some trouble. I'm here every night." He held out his hand. "Turn up and meet the profesh. They're a clever lot here. They'd appreciate meeting you, too." "Perhaps I will." "Ta-ta, then."
When I came back over the hill from Nevada, I found that some river pirate had stolen Dinny McCrea's boat. The Road had gripped me and would not let me go; and later, when I had voyaged to sea and done one thing and another, I returned to The Road to make longer flights, to be a "comet" and a profesh, and to plump into the bath of sociology that wet me to the skin. A "stiff" is a tramp.
"What ho!" said Freddie. "Waiting for someone?" "Hullo, Freddie. Yes, I'm waiting for Wally Mason. I got a note from him this morning, asking me to meet him here. I'm a little early. I haven't congratulated you yet. You're wonderful!" "Thanks, old girl. Our young hero is making pretty hefty strides in his chosen profesh, what!
"Not at all," said Bert with a grin. "I don't want to seem to boast, but I've done a little running myself at times, and I think if I entered against this 'profesh' I might be able to give him a run for his money." The cowboys looked somewhat incredulous, and Chip said, "I seen this feller run, m' lad, and he sure is fast, I got to admit that much. Have yuh ever done much runnin'?"
His cheeks grew hot at the very thought of it. In the shadows, beyond him, a form straightened up stupidly: "Shay, Profesh Burgush, that you?" Dennie's father, half-drunken still! Oh, Shades of classic culture! To what depths in social contact may a college man fall in this wretched land! "Shay! Is't you, or ain't it you? You gonna tell me?" Old Bond queried.
"Well, we've never paid out the money yet," said Joe, with a smile. "But it's there, waiting for some one to claim it." "Then I'm coming to-night to watch you," said the officer, who appeared delighted that he had recognized one of the "profesh." "Come along," replied Joe. "Here, wait a minute! There are a couple of passes. Come and bring a friend.
"The greenies stand as good a show at this board as the profesh." "Will you play for a dollar?" she challenged. "I'll play for two bits, to-night. Anything to start action." He twisted his mouth with ready chagrin. "I'm about ripe to bet against myself." She fumbled at her reticule, but I was beforehand. "No, no." And I fished into my pocket. "Allow me.
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