United States or Nigeria ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"Of course, if you don't want to know where I've been or anything " Mrs. Coblenz jerked herself to the moment. "Did mama's girl have a good time? Look at your dress, all dusty! You oughtn't to wear your best in that little flivver." Suddenly Miss Coblenz raised her glance, her red mouth bunched, her eyes all iris. "Of course if you don't want to know anything." At that large, brilliant gaze, Mrs.
The battery call read like a League of Nations, but no one could have found any cause of complaint in lack of loyalty to the United States. The twelfth day after we had crossed over the river from Luxemburg found us marching into Coblenz. We were quartered in large brick barracks in the outskirts of the city.
"I'd thought to go over to Coblenz this afternoon and have another look at that place where they so nearly bumped us off last night. But I suppose now that will have to wait." "The alley will be there when we come back unless there's an earthquake in the meantime," remarked Bart. "I wish there would be," declared Tom wrathfully. "I'd like to see the whole place wiped off the map.
Take my arm, Lester honey. People mamma used to know." Miss Coblenz leaned forward beyond the dais with the frail curve of a reed. "Howdado, Mrs. Suss.... Thank you. Thanks. Howdado, Sara. Meet my fiancé, Lester Haas Goldmark; Mrs. Suss and Sara Suss, my fiancé.... That's right; better late than never. There's plenty left.... We think he is, Mrs. Suss. Aw, Lester honey, quit! Mamma, here's Mrs.
A man with a red beard was declaiming at the top of his lungs and predicting that if the people of Coblenz would rise under the red flag they could sweep the hated Americans back from the Rhine." "A man with a red beard, did you say?" asked Frank. "Why, yes," answered the colonel, a little amused by his earnestness. "Not that there's anything extraordinary about that, I should suppose.
"And now we're going back!" "It's this way," explained Tom. "The lieutenant is anxious to get those prisoners off his hands and safe in jail at Coblenz. It seems that he pumped a lot of information out of one of the fellows who gave away his comrades, and he wants headquarters to go into the matter at once.
Even Burke himself, writing to his son at Coblenz, was constrained to talk about Marie Antoinette as that "most unfortunate woman, who was not to be cured of the spirit of court intrigue even by a prison."
Soldiers of ours many soldiers, I am sorry to say have come back from Coblenz and other places in the black spot, saying that they found the inhabitants of the black spot kind and agreeable. They give this reason for liking the Germans better than they do the English. They found the Germans agreeable, the English not agreeable.
At that, Miss Coblenz sat back on her tall wooden heels, mauve spats crinkling. "Well, you're a merry little future mother-in-law, momsie." "It ain't that, baby.
Say, don't ye think that big headgear they sport up there is awful good looking? Got my goat every time I saw one.... I was comin' back from leave at Grenoble, an' I went through Strasburg. Some town. My outfit was in Coblenz. That's where I met up with Chris here. Anyway, we was raisin' hell round Strasburg, an' I went into a gin mill down a flight of steps.
Word Of The Day