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Updated: September 4, 2025
It was the girl, that sweet young thing that Brother Dick towed in here along last winter, some Senator's daughter that Skid had got chummy with when he was doin' his great quarterback act and havin' his picture printed in the sportin' extras. "How's that affair comin' on?" says I; for I ain't heard him mention her in quite some time. "It's all off," says he, shruggin' them wide shoulders of his.
I couldn't help grinnin' at Monty, and when I picks up Sadie again I gives her the diagnosis. "Case of springin' the highbrow chatter on a sportin' chappy that wears a fifteen and a half collar and a six and three-quarters hat," says I. "He's as thankful as if he'd come through a train wreck with his cigarette still lighted.
"And them lovely pink garters!" "Ker-chew!" "Oh, you cutey! Oh, you cut-up!" "Ker-chew!" "Oh, you candy kid!" "And say, git onto the cunnin' elbow sleeves our little playmate's sportin'." "Yes, but goils, just pipe the poilies ain't they the greatest ever?" "They sure are. Say, kiddo, gimme one of 'em to remember you by, won't you? You'll never miss it you got a-plenty more."
Seems like it ain't skurcely fair for them sportin' men to go out jest for fun; they might leave cod an' herrin' to them what makes a business o' catchin' 'em, seems to me; but there, 'tain't so easy to keep a mortgage on the sea!" and he laughed good-humoredly.
Gary got Gray by the elbow: "Reggie, it’s this way. We flip up for cuckoo. Whoever gets stuck takes a shot apiece from our automatics in the legs eh, what?" "It’s perfectly agreeable to me," assented Gray, in the mincing, elaborate voice characteristic of him when drunk. Flint wagged his head. "It’s a sportin’ game. I’m in," he said. Gary looked at Carfax. "A shot in the dark at a man’s legs.
In talking he dropped his final g's and said "sportin'" and "mountain climbin'" and "shootin'." From June until September he wore those Norfolk things with bow ties, and his shirt patterns were restrained to the point of austerity. A signet ring with a large scrolled monogram on the third finger of his right hand was his only ornament, and he had worn a wrist watch long before the War.
You know about Whitey, don't you? Well, you've seen his name printed across the top of the sportin' page that he runs. And say, Whitey's the smooth boy, all right! Him and me used to do some great old joshin' when I was on the Sunday editor's door. "Hello, Whitey!" says I. "Who you been workin' for a swell feed now?" "That you, Torchy?" says he. "Why, I took your head for an exit light.
"And then to live for weeks afterwards with the fear that every knock at the door may be to tell us that the other is dead, and that my man may have to stand in the dock and take his trial for murder." "No, she hasn't got a sportin' drop in her veins," said Harrison. "She'd never make a patron, never! It's Black Baruk's business that did it, when we thought he'd napped it once too often.
And we'd no sooner caught our breath after inspectin' her than Horatio makes an entrance, and we behold the youngster whose usual costume was an old gray sweater and a pair of baggy pants now sportin' a suit of young hick raiment that any shimmy hound on Times Square would have been glad to own. Slit pockets?
They sets my imagination a-workin' an' joggles up all my sportin' instincts. Now, just to make it interestin' an' add a spice t' th' grand openin', I'm willin' to bet again my own best judgment an' lay you even money, Scraggsy, that it ain't ginseng but Oriental goods." "I'll go you five dollars, just f'r ducks," responded Captain Scraggs heartily. "McGuffey to hold the stakes an' decide the bet."
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