"Them's Turks." "They ain't neither Turks!" contradicted the stenographer, whose grammar was almost sublimated by comparison with Roony's. "They're Armenians you can tell by their complexions." "Well, I won't have 'em in here, whatever they are!" announced Burke. "I don't like 'em. What have you got, Murphy?" "Shoo! Get out of here!" ordered the officer on duty.