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In any other man I would say it was all moonshine, but the fellow has made good once, and who knows but he may again!" "Get what out of him?" I asked. "What has he been doing?" "Haven't you seen his letter on 'Scientific Possibeelities' in to-day's Times?" "No." McArdle dived down and picked a copy from the floor. "Read it aloud," said he, indicating a column with his finger.
I will endeavour, therefore, to condescend to their limitation and to indicate the situation by the use of a homely analogy which will be within the limits of the intelligence of your readers." "Man, he's a wonder a living wonder!" said McArdle, shaking his head reflectively. "He'd put up the feathers of a sucking-dove and set up a riot in a Quakers' meeting.
In the meantime, you will understand that no public use is to be made of any of the material that I have given you." "But Mr. McArdle my news editor, you know will want to know what I have done." "Tell him what you like. You can say, among other things, that if he sends anyone else to intrude upon me I shall call upon him with a riding-whip.
You should see the way the waiters tend. I reckon Lucius has told 'em we're made of money. I'm afraid we're getting spoilt, Muzz. It would be pretty tough to go back to the hotel now, wouldn't it? "We went to see Mart's sister, Fanny. Her house was a sight. It was clean enough, but littered well, litter is no name for it but she's a good old thing and so is McArdle.
LIEUT. E. W. LEGlER, "C" Co., 310th Engrs. LIEUT. HARRY J. COSTELLO, "M.G." Co., 339th Inf. CAPT. EUGENE PRINCE, Military Mission. CAPT. HUGH S. MARTIN, Military Mission. CAPT. J. A. HARTZFELD, Military Mission. LIEUT. SERGIUS M. RIIS, Naval Attache to Embassy. St. Stanislaus CAPT. OTTO A. ODJARD, "A" Co., 339th Inf. CAPT. ROBERT P. BOYD, "B" Co., 339th Inf. MAJOR C. S. McARDLE, 310th Engrs.
The fact is, that it is the anniversary of our main adventure on the plateau three years ago, and he has asked our whole party down to his house to see him and celebrate the occasion." "Capital!" cried McArdle, rubbing his hands and beaming through his glasses. "Then you will be able to get his opeenions out of him.
McArdle had just been studying the matter with the aid of our tame scientist at the office, and he picked from his desk two of those many-coloured spectral bands which bear a general resemblance to the hat-ribbons of some young and ambitious cricket club.
Some people were astonished at the profound knowledge and others at what they considered "the impudence" displayed by Jack McArdle and John Denvir in answering any theological posers that might be put to us, never dreaming we had behind us one of the ablest theologians of the Jesuit order.
He greeted her children with kindly interest, leaving a dollar in each chubby, dirty fist, and when McArdle came into the room Fan had quite conquered her awe of Bertha's finery. McArdle was a small bent man, with a black beard, a pale serious face and speculative eyes. He looked like a wondering, rather cautious animal as he came in.
It was upon Friday, the twenty-seventh of August a date forever memorable in the history of the world that I went down to the office of my paper and asked for three days' leave of absence from Mr. McArdle, who still presided over our news department. The good old Scotchman shook his head, scratched his dwindling fringe of ruddy fluff, and finally put his reluctance into words.
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