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Updated: June 24, 2025
I'd spit in the President's face if I was in the White House and he was to call me such a name!" "And then what happened?" asked Bessie. "Oh, they just up and at each other like two cats, tumbling over a stack of them there white velvet necklace-cases, and bloodying up each other's faces something fierce; and then Miss Gibbs she called Izzy; and Izzy he fired them on the spot."
"The damned fool opened up on the border figured he'd circulate to both sections," Izzy said. "We'd better get out a block up and walk. And I hope we ain't too bloody late!" The building was a wreck, outside; inside it was worse. Men in the Municipal uniform were working over the small job press and dumping the hand-set type from the boxes.
If you can imagine a fond father whose only son has hit him with a brick, jumped on his stomach, and then gone off with all his money, you have a pretty good notion of how poor old Izzy looked. He was staring at me across the room, and talking to himself and jerking his hands about.
Just because they were shut in was no reason why the house party on Cliff Island should not have an extraordinarily good time. They played games and had charades that evening. They had a candy pull, too, but unlike that famous one at Snow Camp the winter before, Busy Izzy Phelps did not get a chance to put the walnut shells into the taffy instead of the kernels.
Isadora said he would help the kettle was too heavy for the girls to carry. He was adjured to be very, very careful and the girls followed him to the door in a body when he carried out the steaming couldron. "Do pour it carefully, Izzy!" cried Helen. "If that boy spoils it, I'll never forgive him," sighed Heavy. Ruth ran out after him.
I had smuggled into my brain a few words of Spanish by the help of Izzy, and I began to remark in a rich Andalusian brogue: "'Buenas dias, senor. Yo tengo yo tengo "'Oh, sit down, Mr. Bowers, says he. 'I spent eight years in your country in colleges and law schools. Let me mix you a highball. Lemon peel, or not? "Thus we got along.
"That's fine!" says I. "But won't you be late gettin' over to Grand-st.?" Izzy was still explainin' how long it was since his folks moved to the West Side, and what swell things they had in the parlor, when Tessie floats out with her new spring lid and princess walkin' suit on.
Izzy growled, "you all can laugh. Wait! I'll get square with you girls, now, you better believe that." And he actually started off for the camp in a most abused state. The others could not help their laughter the more so that what seemed for a few seconds to promise disaster had turned out to be nothing but a most amusing catastrophe. This ended the coasting for this particular evening, however.
There was one of those African explorer men used to come to Geisenheimer's a lot when he was home from roaming the trackless desert, and he used to tell me about tribes he had met who didn't use real words at all, but talked to one another in clicks and gurgles. He imitated some of their chatter one night to amuse me, and, believe me, Izzy Baermann started talking the same language now.
"I'll get Izzy to take me out to supper and to a show." "Get on your things, I say, Renie. I'll call Lizzie up-stairs too; we don't need no wash-day, with company for supper. Honest, excited like a chicken I get. Hurry, Renie!" Miss Shongut stood quiescent, however, gazing through the lace curtains at the sun-lashed terrace, still soft from the ravages of winter and only faintly green.
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