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Updated: May 4, 2025
Straight and clear, it seemed truly to lead directly into the great yellow disk, now dropped almost low enough to touch it. "Whoopee!" shouted Bill. "This is some going! Sit tight, Daisy, and hold on for all you're worth! Are you people in the back hall all right?" "Right we are!" returned Jack. "Are you going straight THROUGH the moon?" "Yep! If we catch her in time!
"Eggs," Rasmunsen answered huskily, hardly able to pitch his voice above a whisper. "Eggs! Whoopee! Whoopee!" He sprang up into the air, gyrated madly, and finished with half-a-dozen war steps. "You don't say all of 'em?" "All of 'em." "Say, you must be the Egg Man." He walked around and viewed Rasmunsen from the other side. "Come, now, ain't you the Egg Man?"
Then he plunged and fell and rolled over. He got up to try again. He was savage, grotesque, awkward. The boys drove him through the gate. "Whoopee!" pealed out Blinky's yell. "Reckon those boys know their business," soliloquized Pan, and then he yelled for them to come and help him.
"We're the boys that the Miamis stole from the Pope settlement last February all except Billy Wells. He's with 'em still." "What! How'd you get away? Your folks had give you up. I declare! Made off alone, did you!" "Clear from the Little Calumet River. Been three weeks." "Whoopee! Think o' that! Guess we'd better take you down to Louisville, soon as we can.
He run, and he run, and he run, and he kept on running until he got home, when he jumped in his door and shouted, "Whoopee, Rhoda! Aye, Ganny, I've served four years in the Rebel army." "This is my own, my native land."
"Can you make the mend, d'ye think; and just about how long is it going to take you?" "Between five and ten minutes, not more," came the reply; "I've got the hang of it now, and the end's in sight." "Whoopee! that sounds good to me!" shouted Gusty Bellows, waving his hat. Five minutes had hardly passed before they heard the familiar pop-pop-pop of the Speedwell's motor exhaust.
It's our anniversary day as a White Birch Group when we hold a sort of carnival in he afternoon in honor in honor of the de-ar birch trees just bursting into leaf." Aponi fluttered like green tree-hair, herself. "And that's to be followed whoopee! by a party: a real, full-blown June dance in the evening to which all the boys are invited.
And he flung himself with a sudden wild, boyish "Whoopee!" on his pony, gave a clip to Joan's horse and his own, and away they galloped, a pair of young, wild things, out from the town through a straggling street to where the road boldly stretched itself toward a great land of sagebrush, of buttes humping their backs against the brilliant sky.
Some were on stretchers, some were stumbling in the arms of slightly wounded comrades, some were merely warm and dirty and very much afraid. One and all advised the fresh regiment to "go home and finish ploughing." "The Yankees have got us on the hip," they declared emphatically. "Whoopee! it's as hot as hell where you're going."
What was that squealing?" "Oh, nothing. We just talked to that Linski. Nobody else touched him, but Ramsey Milholland gave him a peach of a punch on the snoot." "Whoopee!" Ramsey was laconic in response to inquiries upon this subject.
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