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...sort of edged up aside him and, says I, 'Mister, will you have a few draps?' He blowed an awful sigh, and says he, 'This is a wicked and a perverse generation of vipers, young man.' [But] that shovel-shaped underlip of his jist fell outwards like the fallin door of a coal stove, and he upsot the gourd inside of his teeth. I seed the mark of the truck agoing down his throat jist like a snake travelin through a wet sausage gut. He smelt into the gourd a good long smell, turned...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Preachers, Varments, Planners | 2/10/1947 | See Source »

...Washington, Disease" which, translated, turned out to be the United States Congress, Washington, D.C. Sometimes he would dream about his abandoned South Sea Eden: "No, sir, dere's no snakes, no sharks, nevaire 'ot, nevaire col'. . . . You don't have to work on de Island- jist pick fruit off de tree. . . . Same when you're hungry for girl. . . . She's laugh and go wit you. . . . An' all de girls . . . is vierge [virginal]-all de time...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Sculptor at Sea | 12/31/1945 | See Source »

...prosperous Oxnard dames driving to Lucy's house to borrow one of her legendary recipes. When a new Catholic priest came to town, Lucy prepared the barbecue with which the parish welcomed him. She gave generously to the Red Cross, the Boy Scouts and charities, cackling happily: "Jist don't ask where the money came from...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CALIFORNIA: Sin & Souffl | 11/5/1945 | See Source »

...trust ye ter keep a secret. Hit's always been a deep sorrer in my life, I kin tell ye. My own children don't know and nobody else here knows. But, preacher, I feel I ain't much longer fer this world and I jist gotta confess hit ter somebody...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Religion: Walkin Preacher | 11/20/1944 | See Source »

...shirt-tailed lad, a-hoeing corn on the steep hillside, I'd get to the end of a row and look up Troublesome Creek and wonder ij anybody would ever come to larn the young 'uns. Nobody ever come in. Nobody ever went out. We jist growed up and never knowed nothin'. I can't read nor write; many of my chilluns can't read nor write, but I have grands and greats as is the purtiest speakin' and the easiest larnin' of any chilluns in the world. I want as they should...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Education: School in Caney Valley | 4/8/1940 | See Source »

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