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Updated: June 20, 2025
Men, sheepish of their smiles but with the small heels overhead clanging like castanets into their spirits, dared to glance up. "Gad, Herman! What'll they think up next? Whatta you know about that all those little devils dancing right over our heads!" "There she is!" "Who?" "The little one in the boy's black-satin suit, with the black curls bobbing!" "Watch out, Herm!
"If it ain't Will to the T! Pickin' hisself a Fat to sponge on. Can you beat it? M-m! Was you the Fat in the Coney concession?" "Who Whatta you want?" "We was playin' the Zadalia County Fair. I heard he was on his back. The Little in our show, Baroness de Ross, has a husband played Coney with youse. Where is he? Tell him his little Sid is here.
Begin snole!" "It began to snow?" "On, no; I tay you. Dissa merchan' begin mekka lika dis." Fuey makes a sound that is unmistakable. "'We', nen look shee whatta dissa woman go do. She go to hooks on wa', an' tek down lot her dresses. Nen I shee man step out. Dissa woman whisper to him: "Shee my husban' slip. He bling back glate many go' and sivver!
He turned in rather abruptly at a side door of the dark-red pile of building which boasted the illuminated tower-clock and a jutting ell with barred windows. She drew back. "No, you don't! Aw, no, you don't! Whatta you think I yam? Cora's! Tell it to the poodles and the great Danes!" He shoved her with scant ceremony beyond the heavy door.
"I do it whatta you say," screamed the man as his head came over the edge of the embankment. "Nice! Good! All good to eat. But they want mucha more too mucha!" He struck himself repeated blows on the breast with one fist and pointed with the other hand at the men who came swarming up the side of the graded road bed.
Make him quit, Cora; he's been ticklin' me something awful with that little old feather duster he brought along. Whatta you think this is Coney Island? E-e-e-e-e-e!" There ensued a scramble down the length of the room, Miss Cobb with her thin, bare little arms flung up over her head, Miss Kinealy tugging and then riding in high buffoonery over the bare floor, firmly secured to Mr.
It's like having to live with a grin frozen on your face so you can't close your mouth." "I I just can't get over it, Phonzie, you forty! You five years older than me and me afraid thinking all along it was just the other way." "I had already shed my milk teeth before you were born, madam." "Whatta you know about that!" "Ask Gert.
Herm, it's getting on to three in the morning." "This little girl keeps thinking I'm kidding, Blondey. I always knew if I ever fell for matrimony it would be just like this. Right off the reel. No funny business. Just bing! Bang! Done!" "Catch me while I swoon but he sounds on the level, Cleone." "Well, what if he is? Of all the nerve! Whatta you know about me?
I've had steady work in this business eight years, now, ever since the circus came to my town out in Ohio and made me the offer, but that's no sign I can be in it eight years longer. Sure I got a few dollars saved." "Well, whatta you know a big tent like you?" "Ain't a big tent like me human, Mr. Jastrow?
"I'd rather not tell my name." "Nothin' doin'. No name, no business. That goes." "Very well. My name is Bromfield. This fellow Lindsay gets in my way. I want to to eliminate him." "Are you askin' me to croak him?" "Good God, no! I don't want him hurt physically," cried Bromfield, alarmed. "Whatta you want, then?" The tight-lipped mouth and the harsh voice called for a showdown.
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