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...with a fractured limb, my time was quite valueless, and shortly after having told my wife the story of the Northern salesman telling the Southern "cracker" that if he fed his hogs corn they would fatten up in one-half the time, to which the cracker had rejoined, "Aw, what's time to a hog," I happened to ask my wife "what time it was" she replied, "aw what's TIME...
...Carroll stood up smartly with an American flag, all the other pupils raised their right hands in the trig salute that they had been taught to use. Not so William Albertson, who merely waggled one grimy paw. Said Teacher Carroll: "William Albertson, you salute that flag!" Smirked William Albertson: "Aw, I did salute it, didn't I, good enough?" Dullards sniggered, smart alecks frowned, Teacher Carroll made her face look stern. "You come with me, William Albertson, right now," said she. Out in the hall she seized William Albertson, shook his slouching shoulders with vigor. William Albertson, ruffled...
...spoke up and told the commander of certain troops of a certain foreign power that his men ought not to fire at a group of Chinese. The advice was taken, the Chinese spared; but the marine was later rebuked by a U.S. officer for speaking to a foreign officer. "Aw," he replied, "I didn't mean no harm...
...copy was bought (on the way to the game) rather than borrowed, I do not demand my money back. There was a so-called quip in the issue about a man having a quarter and not knowing whether to buy "Snappy Stories" or the "Tiger", and the newsdealer replying. "Aw, what's the matter with the quarter anyhow?" I cannot help but wonder whether the writer didn't foresee my paying my quarter for the Lampoon. Of course there was no question of comparing the Lampoon to "Snappy Stories", but at least I think I would have done better...
...they--is always amusing. Especially when two of those burly brothers in blue--the kind that read the Lampoon begin to extract certain indiscrete yeomen from the crowded mist. Oh! for a maestro to paint the Georgian at evening. What a work, what a glorious achievement for any artist. "Aw, come on, big boy, you're wanderin'. Lay off the bowkays. Spring aient here...