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Well, I'd done my best, and when it came to that sort of sob-stuff I'd had enough. What's he take me for? Get me into trouble with my landlady making a row like that." Robert heard her out in silence, and his intent, expressionless scrutiny seemed to flick her on the raw. She stamped her foot at him. "Oh, for the Lord's sake, get a move on -do something, can't you?
"Other memories may fade, Hopes grow dim in ev'ning's shade, Golden friendships that we made " "Aw, shut up!" muttered Perry, breaking the silence that had held them for several minutes. Joe Ingersoll laughed softly. "You don't seem to like the efforts of the um sweet-voiced choristers," he said in his slow way. "I don't like the sob-stuff," replied Perry resentfully.
Suffer he did occasionally. Many of his comrades had a lot of suffering from cold. But aside from the execrable boot that Sir Shakleton had dreamed into existence, he himself possessed more warm clothing than he liked to carry around with him. But not a few soldiers forgot to look around and take sober stock of their actual situation and fell prey to this sob-stuff.
A girl down and out, a waif in a city ward, in her delirium calling upon Peter Champneys for help, didn't sound at all good to him. In connection with that penciled slip which seemed to imply that she had a right to expect help, it smacked of possible heart-interest sob-stuff so dear to enterprising special writers for a yellow press.
But Dad chased me out on the road selling kitchenware, and here I'm settled down settled for LIFE not a chance! Oh, who the devil started this funeral talk? How 'bout 'nother lil drink? 'And a-noth-er drink wouldn' do 's 'ny harmmmmmmm." "Yea. Cut the sob-stuff," said W. A. Rogers genially. "You boys know I'm the village songster?
And a bitter man deteriorates as a soldier. To the credit of our veterans who were in North Russia let it be said that comparatively very few of them wrote sob-stuff home. They knew it was hard enough for the folks anyway, and it did themselves no good either.
"To do him justice," admitted the girl generously, "I think he forgot, in visualizing those pages which the women would 'eat up, that it was actually me he was talking to it was just outlining work to a reporter. He said something about 'sob-stuff, too. To me, Mr.
Smitherton, he spoke of all these terrible, hideous things, that I lie awake remembering, as 'sob-stuff' and I knew that the worst of them were times that made sobs impossible when even tears wouldn't come." "I had no idea it had been that bad." Smitherton's sympathy was genuine and spontaneous. "It was worse even," she went on.
Many a doughboy at the front sighed wearily and shook his head doubtfully over the mess of sob-stuff that came uncensored from the States. He sent costly cablegrams to his loved ones at home to assure them that he was safe and not "sleeping in water forty degrees below zero" and so forth.
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