wh-a-a-at

Updated: April 30, 2025

Robert comes in from his lawyer session just before closin' time; rubbin' his hands sort of satisfied too. "Well," says I, jumpin' up from the swing-chair, "it was some jolt you slipped Aunty. I expect I can resign now?" "Oh, I trust not," says he. "The board indorsed your appointment an hour ago. Keep your desk, Torchy. It is to be yours from now on." "Wh-a-a-at?" says I, my eyes bugged.

Sewell Ford - Torchy, Private Sec.

"What if I did?" demands Z. K. "Got to get the work finished somehow, haven't I?" "You'll never get it finished with scab labor, Mr. Tyler," says Hartley. "You have tried that before, haven't you? Well, this is final. Send those plumbers off at once or I will call out every other man on the job." "Wh-a-a-at!" gasps Z. K. "You will! What in thunder have you got to do with it?"

Sewell Ford - Torchy As A Pa