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"Uncle Billy an' me's temperance; we don't drink nothin' much but water." "Oh!" responded Joe, "this is purely a temperance drink; it's made up from wheat, just the same as you get in your white bread. They have to drink it here in Wilkesbarre, the water is so bad. "When man and water both are ill, A little wheat-juice fills the bill. "Try some, you'll find it good."

"Well, Mr Weir, you and me's two old fellows, now leastways I'm a deal older than you. But that doesn't signify to what I want to say." And here Old Rogers stuck fast according to Weir's story. "It don't seem easy to say no how, Old Rogers," said Weir. "Well, it ain't. So I must just let it go by the run, and hope the parson, who'll never know, would forgive me if he did."

"Look ye, old old fell, you and me's ole friends. Don't give me away. Don't let on a word o' this to any one! Say I kem down yer howlin' drunk on a gen'ral tear! Say I mistook that newspaper office for a cigar-shop, and got licked by the boss! Say anythin' you like, 'cept that I took a gun down yer to chase a fly that had settled onter me. Keep the Left Bower in yer back office till I send for it.

"Stop rowing a minute and listen," Steve directed. "Now then!" "Something about the boat," murmured Han. "I can't make it out, though." "By Jove, I can!" exclaimed Steve. "The Follow Me's gone! She must have slipped her anchor or dragged or something. Row hard, fellows!"

One year I stored up nineteen hundred 'Now I lay me's." "Throw down a cigarette," murmured some one. A small package reached the platform simultaneously with the stentorian command: "Silence! I am about to unburden myself of many memorable remarks reserved for the darkness of such earths and the brilliance of such skies." Below, a lighted match was passed from cigarette to cigarette.

'Look here, Polly, I've had about a week of it, and I can't stand it any longer. You and me's got to be friends, or else I've got to put an end to things in a way as you won't fancy. He waited, but there was no response from the stolid figure in front of him. Pol-son stared out of the window and stood silent and immobile as a statue.

"Why, the poor girsha took a relapse, and wasn't strong enough to bear up aginst the last attack; but it's one comfort that you know she's happy." Owen stood for a moment, and, looking solemnly in his neighbor's face, exclaimed, in a deep and exhausted voice, "Frank!" "What are you goin' to say, Owen?" "The heart widin me's broke broke!"

The tide had turned between the time the Follow Me's crowd had gone ashore and the time that Perry had reached that boat, and Cas had not allowed for the fact that the cruiser had swung around! "Well," he said wearily, "I guess I've got to row across again." "Too bad," sympathised one of the men. "It's most a mile. Guess, though, you'll be able to see your way pretty soon.

Dey tinks me alone wid Bungo an' Letta, ho! ho! but me's got cumpiny dis day. Sit down an' grub wat yous can. Doo you good. Doo Letta and Bungo good. Doos all good. Fire away! Ha! ha-a! Keep you's nose out o' dat pie, Bungo, you brute. Vous git sik eff you heat more."

"My pa and me's tried for a long time, but there ain't nothin' doin' with Jinnie. She's a sure devil, Jinnie is." Jordan's blood tingled in anticipation. "Is that the girl's name?" he queried. "Yes, she's a niece of a cobbler up the track yonder, and as pretty a little minx as walks Paradise Road. If I had 'er I'd fix her. I'd beat her till she minded me, I c'n tell y' that!"

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