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Updated: June 5, 2025
The minstrels were practising a new paean of praise words by the Grand Vizier, music by the High Priest of Hec which they were to render at the next full moon at the banquet of the worshippers of Gowf. The words came clear and distinct through the still air: "Oh, praises let us utter To our most glorious King! It fairly makes you stutter To see him start his swing! Success attend his putter!
"Durned if you don't look like a man who can handle a horse," said Mr. Putter. And as long as you're a friend of Tom Gaylord's I'll let you have her. Nobody drives that mare but me. What's your name?" "Vane." "Ain't any relation to old Hilary, be you?" "I'm his son," said Austen, "only he doesn't boast about it." "Godfrey!" exclaimed Mr. Putter, with a broad grin, "I guess you kin have her.
From the latter he extracted a very ordinary-looking putter, and with it in his hands strolled back to them. "Do you play golf, Ledsam?" he asked. "What do you think of that?" Francis took the putter into his hand. It was a very ordinary club, which had apparently seen a good deal of service, so much, indeed, that the leather wrapping at the top was commencing to unroll.
The whole task, from first to last, has consumed but a little over an hour. And you are through for the day. In the woods, as nowhere else, you will earn your leisure only by forethought. Make no move until you know it follows the line of greatest economy. To putter is to wallow in endless desolation.
Into it had gone all that Brainerd could give, and it had, after a brief and generally indifferent appearance in the reviews, dropped out of sight. Then it was recognized that good old Burt Brainerd would have to putter through life as best he could. Mr. Brainerd felt no particular bitterness about it, certainly no bitterness towards the College. He had been disappointed in his publisher.
It was in May, I think, that Patsy made his Great Resolution. He confided it to us on the steps of the Locker Building when we were waiting for one of the crowd. "I've decided not to go into business," said Patsy. "What are you going to do?" asked Billy Allen. "I'm going to college," replied Patsy easily. "I'm goin' to be a shot putter." "Good for you, kid!" said Billy.
Fred was at the piano. It was a poor piano, and he was a poor player who smoked his old pipe while he painstakingly fingered Mendelssohn's "Songs Without Words" or the score of "The Geisha." But Linda loved him. "He will putter away there, perfectly content, for an hour," she told Harriet. "And at ten you'll see him starting to get Josephine.
"Do you think so?" carelessly; "I s'pose they need weedin'. What with my babies an' all, I don't get much time for posies." "Oh, please, would it be too much trouble to let me come an' putter around in the beds?" queried the little woman eagerly. "Oh, I would like it so much!" The other laughed heartily.
Odd faces come into both minds and vanish as if flickered off a film to Rose Severance, a man narrow and flat as if he were cut out of thin grey paper, talking, talking in a voice as dry and rattling as a flapping windowblind of their "vacation" together and a house with a little garden where she can sew and he can putter around, to Ted, Elinor Piper, the profile pure as if it were painted on water, passing like water flowing from the earth in springs, in its haughty temperance, its retired beauty, its murmurous quiet other faces, some trembling as if touched with light flames, some calm, some merely grotesque with longing or too much pleasure all these pass.
No more need she devote herself to her foster-parents for many years to come, and no more need Uncle Terry putter over lobster traps in rain or shine, or good, patient Aunt Lissy bake, wash, and mend, year in and year out.
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