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He came out with a vicious determination to do what he pleased. "Well, here's the millionaire!" said Sidney Finkelstein. "Yes, I saw him in his Locomobile!" said Professor Pumphrey. "Gosh, it must be great to be a smart guy like Georgie!" moaned Vergil Gunch. "He's probably stolen all of Dorchester.
A late lecture of my friend, Stanley Pumphrey, comprises more of valuable information and pertinent suggestions on the Indian question than I have found in any equal space; and I am glad of the opportunity to add to it my hearty endorsement, and to express the conviction that its general circulation could not fail to awaken a deeper and more kindly interest in the condition of the red man, and greatly aid in leading the public mind to a fuller appreciation of the responsibility which rests upon us as a people to rectify, as far as possible, past abuses, and in our future relations to the native owners of the soil to "deal justly and love mercy."
He was sure that Pumphrey recognized him and saw Tanis kiss him as she crowed, "You're such a good driver!" At lunch next day he probed Pumphrey with "Out last night with my brother and some friends of his. Gosh, what driving! Slippery 's glass. Thought I saw you hiking up the Bellevue Avenue Hill." "No, I wasn't I didn't see you," said Pumphrey, hastily, rather guiltily.
It skidded, it almost raked them with its rear fenders. In relief at their escape the Bunch Tanis, Minnie Sonntag, Pete, Fulton Bemis shouted "Oh, baby," and waved their hands to the agitated other driver. Then Babbitt saw Professor Pumphrey laboriously crawling up hill, afoot, Staring owlishly at the revelers.
Yet as this child, hardly a woman, gave her soul over forever, she could not keep her lips from turning white. "There's thousands more of us. Who cares? Do preachers and them as sits in the grand churches come into our dens to teach us better?" Pumphrey grew uneasy. "Who taught you to sing?" he said. The girl started. She did not answer for a minute. "What did you say?" she said.
Journal of the Association of Engineering Societies. By A. PUMPHREY. Reported in the Photo. There can be no question that there is no plan that is so simple for producing transparencies as contact printing, but in this, as in other photographic matters, one method of work will not answer all needs.
They sat at friendly tables for eight, choosing places by lot. Babbitt was with Albert Boos the merchant tailor, Hector Seybolt of the Little Sweetheart Condensed Milk Company, Emil Wengert the jeweler, Professor Pumphrey of the Riteway Business College, Dr. Walter Gorbutt, Roy Teegarten the photographer, and Ben Berkey the photo-engraver.
I went out and bought me an electric cigar-lighter for the car, this noon, and " "Good hunch!" said Finkelstein, while even the learned Professor Pumphrey, a bulbous man with a pepper-and-salt cutaway and a pipe-organ voice, commented, "That makes a dandy accessory. Cigar-lighter gives tone to the dashboard." "Yep, finally decided I'd buy me one. Got the best on the market, the clerk said it was.
She stood, her fair hair pushed back from her face, her eye deadening every moment, quite quiet. "Good bye, Lot." The figure touched him somehow, standing alone in the night there. "It wasn't my fault at the first," she wandered. "Nobody teached me better." "I'm not a church-member, thank God!" said Pumphrey to himself, and so washed his hands in innocency. "Well, good bye, girl," kindly.
THE assurance of Tanis Judique's friendship fortified Babbitt's self-approval. At the Athletic Club he became experimental. They argued windily with him, and he was cocky, and enjoyed the spectacle of his interesting martyrdom. He even praised Seneca Doane. Professor Pumphrey said that was carrying a joke too far; but Babbitt argued, "No! Fact!
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