Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 5, 2025
The pity was that he had brought himself to make any concessions to the obsequiousness of the world. As he passed down Michigan Avenue he overtook a shabby laboring man, who begged of him. Sommers found out that he was a striker, a fireman on the Illinois Central, who had lost his job by being blacklisted after the strike. He had walked the streets since the middle of July.
"Where are you going, Jack?" "To the shops of John Fowler & Company." "To look for a job?" "Yes." "Then you are in luck, for I heard this morning that they want another striker in the lower shop at once." "Then I'll <i>strike</i> for the opening at once, and my name is not Jack North if I don't land it."
A striker was one of the captives; he said he was not injured, but could not free himself; and when he saw that the fire was likely to drive away the workers, he begged that some one would shoot him, and thus save him from the more dreadful death. The fire did drive the axmen away, and they had to listen, helpless, to this poor fellow's supplications till the flames ended his miseries.
He had engaged a soldier named Adams for a striker; he did not know whether Adams was much of a cook, he said, but he was the only available man just then, as the companies were up north at the Agency. Our quarters consisted of three rooms and a kitchen, which formed one-half of a double house. I asked Jack why we could not have a whole house.
They cost all the way from two to five cents apiece, but Mrs. Cowels knew that he was worried about lodge matters and if she thought anything about it at all, she probably reasoned that it was a good thing to be able to smoke and forget. "I made the speech of my life to-day," said the striker, brushing the ashes lightly from his cigar.
He was decidedly upset by the revelations; a vague dream, barely begun, came to a sharp and disagreeable end. "She actually had planned to run away with this man Lapelle?" he exclaimed, frowning. "It was all arranged?" "So I take it," said Striker. "She brought some of her personal trinkets with her, but Eliza never suspected anything queer about that."
A faint smile played about the corners of Mrs. Gwyn's lips. "I can well imagine his astonishment," she said, drily. "He knew all about it, even if he did not get it from you, mother," said the girl, darkly. "Phin Striker told him everything." "Everybody in town will know about it before the week is out," said the mother, a touch of bitterness in her voice.
Not but what she's clean an' all that, I mean Eliza, but you see, she used to be a hired girl once upon a time, an' an' well, that sort of makes a " "My fellow-guest confided to me a little while ago that she too had been a hired girl, Mr. Striker, so I don't see " "Did she tell you that?" demanded Phineas sharply. "She did," replied Gwynne, enjoying his host's consternation.
The ship's company is divided into messes, each man being assigned to a certain mess at the same time his billet number or ship's number is given to him. There are from fifteen to thirty men in a mess. Each has its own "berth-deck cook," who prepares the food for the galley; each, too, has a mess caterer, or striker, whose business it is to help the mess cook and see that all goes well.
The batter was out if he missed three times and the third strike was caught, or if the ball when hit was caught on the fly or first bound. When the striker was "put out" the catcher went in to bat, the pitcher to catch, and the first fielder to pitch, and so on again when the next striker was retired.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking