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Updated: June 25, 2025
A Switzer occupied the farm, who owned, in addition to the more immediate members of his family, a cuckoo clock whose weights hung on long cords which by Saturday night reached almost to the floor. When I have sat at his table, I have neglected cheese and the lesser foods, when the hour came near, in order not to miss the cuckoo's popping out.
A ton veight huh!" spluttered Mr. Switzer. "Never mind now!" called the manager sharply, with a reassuring glance at Ruth and Alice, who were regarding this little flurry with anxious eyes. They glanced over toward their father. "Pop, make a new fence a strong one and we'll film that scene over again," went on Mr. Pertell. "To your places, the rest of you. Mr.
Below us to the west is a patch of vivid green, known as Antone Meadows. It was named after a Switzer who lived there years ago and whose children now own it. Not far away is Round Meadow, locally known as Bear-Trap Meadow, for one may still find there an old bear-trap that hunters were wont to use thirty or forty years ago.
"Billy Little, you can't prevent it. I'll make a plea of guilty," responded Dic, sharply; "and if you try to interfere, I'll never speak your name again, as God is my help." Billy winced. "No wonder she loves you," he said. "I'll not interfere. But take this advice: say nothing till we have consulted Switzer. Don't enter a plea of guilty. You must be tried.
Occasionally they acted small parts. Carl Switzer was the German comedian, and was a first-rate actor in his line. His jollity proved an offset to the gloom of Mr. Sneed. Pop Snooks, the efficient property man, has already been mentioned. His work was easier when the company was on the road, as there the natural scenery was depended on to a great extent.
Never did his native village in some mountain valley seem more beautiful to the Switzer, returning, war-worn, from long voluntary exile, than did that blue cloud on the horizon the forest where Rima dwelt, my bride, my beautiful and towering over it the dark cone of Ytaioa, now seem to my hungry eyes! How near at last how near!
I had a feeling in my bones that it would." "Well, you'll have a freezing feeling in your bones if I don't get help," observed Mr. Macksey, grimly. "And I am hungry, too," went on Mr. Sneed. "Why was not food brought with us in anticipation of this emergency?" "Haf a pretzel!" offered Mr. Switzer, holding one out. "Away with the vile thing!" snapped Mr. Sneed. Mr.
"We'll have you out to Elk Lodge in a jiffy. My wife has got a lot of stuff cooked up, for she thought you'd be hungry." "Indeed we are!" grumbled Mr. Sneed. "But if dere iss stuff cooked I can safe mine pretzels!" chuckled Mr. Switzer. The baggage was stowed in one sled, and in the others the members of the picture company distributed themselves.
As Larry rode down the lane he saw the young German, Ernest Switzer, and his sister riding down the trail and gave them a call. They pulled up and waited. "Hello, Ernest; whither bound? How are you, Dorothea?" "Home," said the young man, "and you?" "Going up by the timber lot, around by the cool road. The girls are on before." "Ah, so?" said the young man, evidently waiting for an invitation.
"Vait vun minute," suggested the German. He stood up on the seat so as to bring his head above the canvas top of the wagon. Those in it, save Paul, who remained holding the reins to quiet the very restive horses, had jumped to the ground. "The wind is driving on der flames dot are back of us," said Mr. Switzer in a low voice. "It is driving dem on."
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