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Updated: June 7, 2025
If every penny grafter didn't hold up the corporation, every damned little squirt of a county supervisor and road contractor and town councilman, if they didn't hold the corporation up for blackmail way the highwaymen of old used to hold up the lone traveller, if they didn't hold us up for blackmail, Brydges, it wouldn't be necessary for us to man that gang across the way on voting day!
And then some little squirt of an editor primed him with lies about the University and the new syllabus, and straightway the Gander tried to get me on the 'embarrass the Government' lay, and talked as though he knew all about it. 'I'll get some of the ladies of my committee sent out here as History-lecturers at your University, says he.
"My g-good sir, if that pain is going to come back it will come; it's not a t-toothache to be frightened away with your trashy mixtures. They are about as much use as a t-toy squirt for a house on fire. However, I suppose you must have your way." He took the glass with his left hand, and the sight of the terrible scars recalled Galli to the former subject of conversation.
I knowed what was the matter now. "Boom!" I see the white smoke squirt out of the ferryboat's side. You see, they was firing cannon over the water, trying to make my carcass come to the top. I was pretty hungry, but it warn't going to do for me to start a fire, because they might see the smoke. So I set there and watched the cannon-smoke and listened to the boom.
And he said: "Are you sure the name of that Johnny who came here yesterday was Ventnor?" Phyllis nodded. "And he was short, and had whiskers?" "Yes; red, and red eyes." He murmured reluctantly: "It must be him. Jolly good cheek; I simply can't understand. I shall go and see him. How on earth did he know your address?" "I expect you gave it him." "I did not. I won't have you thinking me a squirt."
Our engine-bell rang for us to part company. Our little friend dropped astern. She seemed a poor little thing, with a squirt of steam to keep her alive in that stupendous and hurrying world. A man on her raised his arm to us in salute, and she vanished. The talk of our skipper, who began to be preoccupied and abrupt veered to the subject of Jonah.
"And if I were you, I'd take a light garden-engine, full of water, to squirt at the enemy." "Happy thought!" said Alphonso. "I will!" But he never came back any more! Everyone wept bitterly everyone but Prince Prigio; for he thought it was a practical joke, and said that Alphonso had taken the opportunity to start off on his travels and see the world.
Now read my friend Baker Brownell's "Sunday Afternoon": "The wind pushes huge bundles Of itself in warm motion Through the barrack windows; It rattles a sheet of flypaper Tacked in a smear of sunshine on the sill. A voice and other voices squirt A slow path among the room's tumbled sounds. A ukelele somewhere clanks In accidental jets Up from the room's background."
"Who's de little squirt, Mr. Maude?" John waved his hands. "Gentlemen, gentlemen," he said, "why descend to mere personalities? I ought to have introduced you. This is Mr. Renshaw, our editor. These, Mr. Renshaw, are Bat Jarvis and Long Otto, our acting fighting editors, vice Kid Brady, absent on unavoidable business." The name stung Mr. Renshaw to indignation, as Smith's had done.
Has a big thug with him all the time, and takes exception to people gettin' nosy. Most folks got snubbed and drew back, so to speak. Jim Hardin he's a fisherman hereabouts took exception and got beaten up. Hardin's not easy to lick. After that, folks stopped speakin' to Merlin and company." "How big's the company?" Steve asked. "Merlin, bodyguard, a little squirt with no chin, and three others.
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