Half Hours With The Best Humorous Authors

Author : Charles Morris
Publisher : Rarebooksclub.com
ISBN 13 : 9781230001814
Total Pages : 142 pages
Book Rating : 4.0/5 (18 download)

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Download or read book Half-Hours with the Best Humorous Authors written by Charles Morris and published by Rarebooksclub.com. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 142 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1889 edition. Excerpt: ...much like the countrywomen's plan of covering their butter when coming to market; his face was clawed all over, as if he had had it raked by a cat held fast by the tail; his head was unshorn, it being "too delicate an affair," as---said about his wife's character. His complexion suggested an idea to a philosophical young man present, on which he wrote a treatise, dedicated to Arthur Tappan, proving that a negro was only a white well pummelled; and his general swelled appearance would induce a belief he had led the forlorn hope in the storming of a bee-hive. The co1onel's manner did not exactly proclaim "the conquering hero," but his affability was undiminished, and he addressed them with, "Happy to see you, gents: how are you all?" and then attempted to enter the tavern; but Buck Daly arrested him with, " Why, colonel, I see you have had a skrimmage. How'did you make it? You didn't come out at the little eend of the horn, did you?" "No, not exactly. I had a tight fit of it, though. You know Bill Patterson; he weighs one hundred and seventy-five pounds, has not an ounce of superfluous flesh, is as straight as an Indian, and as active as a wild-cat, and as quick as powder, and very much of a man, I assure you. Well, my word was out to lick him: so I hardly put up my horse before I found him at the court-house door, and, to give him a white man's chance, I proposed alternatives to him. He said his daddy, long ago, told him never to give a liebill, and he was not good at running, so he thought he had best fight. By the time the word was fairly out, I hauled off and took him in the burr of the ear that raised a singing in his head that made him think he...