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Updated: May 8, 2025
I don't know why they acted as they did; I only want to impress the idea to go slow before you make up your mind that a man, occupyin' the exalted position that 1 held for so many years, has done wrong. For all I know, these senators may have been as honest and high minded about the gas bill as I was about the Remsen and Spuyten Duyvil bills. Plunkitt's Fondest Dream
He's a good fellow and a hard worker. Hello, it's one-fifteen. Let's get some lunch." A half hour later they parted, Joel hurrying off to recitation and Remsen remaining behind to keep an appointment with a friend.
Hastings," he began, seating himself near the old man, tilting back in his chair and crossing his legs. "Well, I reckon you can take care of it," said Hastings calmly. "Oh, yes, we kin take care of it, all right. Only, I don't want to do nothing without consulting you." In these two statements Mr. Kelly summed up the whole of politics in Remsen City, in any city anywhere, in the country at large.
That done, he started rapidly down Remsen Street with a steadily mounting spirit. There was a fine old hedge of box bordering the Carstairs lawn, old rosebushes inside it and many flowering shrubs. Splendid oaks curtained the big white house on either side, shading the expanse of close-clipped turf.
"But what did he burn his books for, sir? Was it the end of the year?" "No, but Billy had been expelled that day, and was celebrating the fact. He was a nice old chap, was Billy Mathews. He's president of a Western railroad now." Joel laughed. "That bonfire must have made as much commotion as some of the explosions in Number 15, Mr. Remsen." "Hello!
Under the shadow of University Remsen paused to light his pipe, and, without considering, the two found themselves a moment later seated on the steps. From the avenue the clang-clang of car gongs sounded sharp and clear, and red and white and purple lights flitted like strange will-o'-wisps through the half light, and disappeared into the darkness beyond the common.
Olson, who was now a junior partner in the firm of Remsen, Van Kirk and Co., stood by him faithfully in these days of sorrow. He was never effusive in his sympathy, but was patiently forbearing with his friend's whims and moods, and humored him as if he had been a sick child intrusted to his custody.
And when daylight threatened them the survivors prepared to depart. But some remained upon the battlefield. One of these was Trooper O'Roon, who was not seasoned to potent liquids. His legs declined to fulfil the obligations they had sworn to the police department. "I'm stewed, Remsen," said O'Roon to his friend. "Why do they build hotels that go round and round like catherine wheels?
Then there's Marilyn Loring, the vampire, another good trouper, too. She plays Zelda, old Remsen's ward, and it's a question whether Zelda or Stella will be the Remsen heir. Marilyn herself is an awfully nice girl, but, oh, how the fans hate her!" The director chuckled. "No Millard story is ever complete without a vamp and Marilyn's been eating them up.
Perhaps if I gave up football I might get higher marks in recitations, but I'd not feel so well, and it's possible that I'd only get lower marks. I agree with you, Mr. Remsen, that athletics, or at least football, is far more likely to benefit a chap than to hurt him, because a fellow can't study well unless he is in good health and spirits." "Are you convinced, Digbee?" asked Remsen.
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