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Updated: June 4, 2025
There it remained, and the Colonel remained in the middle of the floor, his soft hat on the back of his head, one hand planted firmly on the gold head of his stick, and the other tugging at his goatee, pulling down his chin to the quizzical angle. "Whoopee!" he cried. The effect of this was to make one perspire freely. Stephen perspired. And as there seemed no logical answer, he made none.
My bottle of champagne remained almost untouched and when a celluloid ball bounced on the top of my head I did not scream "Whoopee! Bullseye!" as my American neighbors did or "Voila! Touche!" like the French. There were plenty of Americans and English there, and they seemed to be having a good time, but their good time was incomprehensible to me.
Hello, Iva Payne!" "Hello," languidly responded a girl like a long pale lily a Burne-Jones type, who sometimes carried around a small stained-glass window to rest her head against. "Are you really Bill's wife?" she asked, a little disinterestedly, of Warble. "Yop," said Warble, and made a face at her. "How quaint," said Iva. "Whoopee, Baby!
He accepted them quite frankly as all in the day's work; there was even a suspicion of enthusiasm in the heartiness with which he referred to them. Ow, the loot! Bloomin' loot! That's the thing to make the boys git up an' shoot! It's the same with dogs an' men, If you'd make 'em come again. Clap 'em forward with a Loo! Loo! Lulu! Loot! Whoopee! Tear 'im, puppy! Loo! Loo! Lulu! Loot! Loot! Loot!
It was a vast mirror that carried in its bosom heaven itself, reflecting the Master Artist's most rare designs. A boat came round a point of land with three fishermen in it. One of the occupants was heard to exclaim "I am fifty cents to the good, old man Grump, for remember, on each black bass caught we had a nickel up. Whoopee!
The animals had an easy gallop that carried one over the ground at a rapid pace, yet which was not hard for a beginner. "Talk about your sport!" exclaimed Jack. "This is glorious; eh, John?" "Best thing I ever struck," replied the Indian. "I feel like my wild ancestors, riding forth to battle. Whoop! la Whoopee! Whoop ah Whoope! Wow! Wow!! Wow!"
It was long past noon when she announced: "Thar's my house right ahead." She followed this up with a ringing whoopee, which made the tumbledown cabin suddenly swarm with animation. A legion of loud-mouthed dogs charged down toward the road.
They were just cooking breakfast by the first gray of daylight, when the guard called: "Whoopee! They're a-comin', boys." "Get your guns and lie low, boys," rapped Jim Bowie, the captain. "See that your horses are tied short." The guards ran in, to join the line. "How many?" "One buck afoot, with his nose to the ground, followin' the trail. But plenty more behind." The camp had been discovered.
"He'll talk them to death if they catch him," Dave answered. "Back to business. What's our next move, son?" "Some more conversation with Miller. Probably he can tell us where the gold is hidden." "Whoopee! I'll bet he can. You do the talkin'. I've a notion he's more scared of you." The fat convict tried to make a stand against them. He pleaded ignorance. "I don' know where they hid the stuff.
The brilliant sky, the exhilarating air and the new life about them filled both boys with enthusiasm. "Whoopee!" almost shouted Alan finally, throwing out his arms as if to embrace his friend. "All we need is an Indian or two and I guess we'd be out West for sure." "You may not be so anxious to see them before we start back," remarked Ned. "Anyway, I promise you enough of them in this country."
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