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...pretends for. the sake of his daughter's admiration, to be understudy to Richard Mansfield in Cyrano de Bergerac, whereas in reality he clanks chains and chews raw meat in the role of Wild Man at the 14th Street Palace of Living Wonders. Before that he was a vender of snake oil and Indian cure; and his compound sentences, derived from long professional practice, are rolled with an unctuous grandeur by George Hassell, who plays him to the last shake of his ponderous belly. You have the feeling that Thompson's lowly feathers are plucked from the same...
...glass. He noted that one shoe lace seemed insecurely knotted. This situation was remedied. He noted that the other lace was not quite as it should be; leaned over; re-tied that one. After such exercise he felt uncontrollable thirst for soda pop. Purchasing a bottle from a passing vender, he sat down on the edge of the dugout; proceeded to swig politely, without haste...
...small denominations. Any panhandler, honest "broke" or sleasy rumdum who got in? to see him?and any- one could?was sure of a handout. "Take it," Tammen would chuckle. "It's good money, all right. I made it." And no one is sure yet how H. H. Tammen, facile vender of scenic art views at the World's Fair, did make those particular pieces of money...
...curtain rose again, Mlle. Marcelle Parisys, blond and unhampered by modesty, appeared as "a statuet vender," and held up to view a statuet which those in the first ten rows pronounced to be an excellent likeness of herself. Mlle. Parisys announced loudly and stridently in argot that she would tell the world it was a good likeness: "Et maintenant, Messieurs! Combien pour moi (holding up the statuet)? How much for me?stiff like this...
...complained: "I have not lived. . . . I've worked . . . talked a lot . . . loved . . . hated . . . laughed a good deal . . . built some houses . . . brought up my children . . . thought a little . . . and?" The Angel of Death interrupted, "That was Life." Thus Mr. Woodward prepared for his story: After a successful career as a vender of thinking?wholesale and retail?Michael Webb (friend of readers of Bunk) establishes himself at Echo Hill Inn in Connecticut. In this labyrinthine tavern with steps up, steps down from room to room, with a billiard room that is half of the kitchen marked off by a broad red line...