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From: | Sophy Hickey |
Subject: | [Grace-general] speechless resuscitation |
Date: | Mon, 11 Sep 2006 09:04:54 +0800 |
![]() McGee was to be sent to Buenos Aires, but only on
test. He wailed: Is there nothing I can do to prove I am Jasper? The presidentwas
pressing the buzzer for his secretary and gently bidding her:Show Mr. You can
produce whats left of the ninety-seventhousand! During the past yearand a half he
had filled thousands of pages with the small finickyhand of John.
The salary was not less than the one he hadbeen
receiving, but there was little future. Youre pretty fair at working, said Uncle
Rob, and that waspraise almost hysterical.
He was not exaggerating about the importance of
this trip to NewYork. He called on a number of deities; he said he wanted to
assassinateMr.
Discopolos, which reminded him that he needed a
haircut.
The Rating and Credit people reported he was afind.
Or maybe he might make somebody rob a bank or something just awful!
His summer vacations he spentin warehouses,
hoisting boxes.
What areyou going to do with yourself,
anyway?
When the influenza reached the island the
weakenednatives died in hordes.
John fiercely crumpled the sheet and hurled it
away.
The best of the jest was that Palmer McGee had
looked rather wellin his flippant haircut.
The salary was not less than the one he hadbeen
receiving, but there was little future.
But he had an hour before his train,with the
station only twenty minutes away by trolley.
Then, at sixteen, he came to life suddenly, on an
early Junemorning, on his grandfathers farm.
Well, you will care so much for those things, or
Ill care you, myfine young man!
Im not going to let you slump back into being arube
like Ben, and dont you forget it! The Citrus and Southern held a five months option.
She waved at the car andmade deceptive motions of frantic running. The fall of
Carthage gave cheap bricks to builders ofdumpy huts. You hoboes always springthat
when you want a good warm lodging for the winter!
Shame we were fooled aboutthat McGee
fellow.
The fall of Carthage gave cheap bricks to builders
ofdumpy huts.
At least it was thus that he saw himselfin the
barbers mirror when he opened his eyes. Things had run well enough, with the old
clerks workingmechanically.
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