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The honesty and freedom of the Switzer, his vivacity, in which he was in no respect inferior to his near neighbors the French, the awkward and affected politeness, which was likewise of French extraction, mixed with the brutal roughness of the English tar for he had served under the colors of this nation and his crew had been of the same made such an odd variety, such a hotch-potch of character, that I should have been much diverted with him, had not his voice, which was as loud as a speaking-trumpet, unfortunately made my head ache.
"Now hold on, Mr. Bunn!" said Mr. Pertell, quickly. "I am not asking you to do much. You need not get in the bog deeper than up to your knees. That will answer very well. You can pretend it is a sort of quicksand bog and that you are sinking deeper and deeper. You call for help, and Mr. Switzer comes to get you out." "I refuse to do it!" cried the actor. "And I insist!" declared Mr.
Only four weeks of this war and it seems like a year. Switzer has gone, you know, the wicked devil. If it had not been for Sam, who had been working around the mine, the whole thing would have been blown up with dynamite. Sam discovered the thing in time. The Germans have all quit work. Thank God for that. So the mine is not doing much.
"Yes, Switzer is a good sort. But you should have seen Mr. Sneed to-day!" "Found fault with everything; eh?" "I should say so, and then some, as the boys say. He said something was sure to happen before the day was over, and it did a stone wall fell on him." "Really?" "Really, but not real stone. It was one of Pop Snooks's scenic creations. One of the pieces of wood hit Mr.
Switzer, speaking "United States," as he walked back to the station with Paul. "Wouldn't he let you go on board?" "No. Took me for an English spy, I guess. But I know one of der officers, and I thought I'd have time for a chat with him." "Mr. Pertell is in a hurry," said the young actor. "Well, if we miss this train there's another."
Answer. "Well, we seed Dic and Rita Bays, p-prettiest girl in the h-h-whole world, on the op-opposite side of the river, and he wa-wa-was a-kissin' her." State's Attorney. "Never mind that, but go ahead. Tell it your own way." "I object," interposed Mr. Switzer. "The witness must confine himself to the State's question." "Confine your answer to the question, Mr. Clark," commanded the Court.
Dot is vot ve vill not do!" laughed Mr. Switzer, with conviction. "See, I haf alretty t'ought of dot, und I haf provided. Here are pretzels!" and he produced a large bag of them from his grip. "Ve vill not starf!" "Ha! Pretzels!" scoffed Mr. Sneed. "I never eat them!" "Maybe you vill before you starf!" chuckled Mr. Switzer, as he replaced them. "I like dem much!"
Calmly would I see thee going, Calmly, too, appear; For those tears in silence flowing Find no answer here." Thus she speaks, he hears her sadly, How his heartstrings bleed! In his arms he clasps her madly, Then he mounts his steed. From the Switzer land collects he All his warriors brave; Cross on breast, their course directs he To the Holy Grave.
It was impossible. Towards his family he would henceforward have to bear himself with humility. That was a cynicism. He would have to leave Helena, which he could not do. He would have to play strenuously, night after night, the music of The Saucy Little Switzer which was absurd. In fine, it was all absurd and impossible. Very well, then, that being so, what remained possible? Why, to depart.
Switzer, who was dressed up as a German comedian, and taking part in another play. "Ha! What is that?" asked Mr. Bunn pompously. But Mr. Switzer did not repeat his remark. He was called to resume his part. "Now Mr. Bunn, stand up and be shot at!" commanded Mr. Pertell. "Come, come! We can't lose all day on this little play. I've got to get busy on the marine drama, and I want some of you in that.
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