spor-r-rt

Updated: May 19, 2025

When she finally found a five-cent piece, a tear had wiggle-waggled down her cheek and fell, splotching the back of her glove. Across the aisle the day laborer leaned to her batting at the hen pheasant's tail in her hat, and a cold, alcoholic tear dripping from the corner of his own eye. "Cheer up, my gir-rl," he said, through a beard like old moss "cheer up and be a spor-r-rt!"

Fannie Hurst - Every Soul Hath Its Song