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From: | Jack Mcgee |
Subject: | [Emonkey-dev] peekaboo weightlifting |
Date: | Fri, 22 Sep 2006 13:55:31 +0900 |
Will you come to my house tomorrow
evening?
Were here to do good, but first you haveto cinch a
job that you can do good in! Laws, the number of times youveexplained! The pulpit
was a wooden table with a huge Bible and a pitcher oflemonade. He just wouldnt get
hisCall, just pass it up, by Jiminy, and not have to go into
theministry.
In the powdery gray dust Elmer knelt, ignoring
it.
Sometimes I wonder if wevegiven up so much. No,
really, it wasnt so bad for him, that Elmer whats-his-name,to get
converted.
The others had dropped out, for rural preaching,
lifeinsurance, or a melancholy return to plowing. What is it that inspires all
greatmen, all poets and patriots and philosophers?
Joe, where he was said to have a Sunday Schoolof
six hundred.
I suppose he stopped at the drug-store during his
walk and had asoft drink of some kind. Now, Brother Fislinger,do you believe in the
final perseverance of the saints? How kind hed beento that poor lonely sinner, Jim
Lefferts. Wont hurthim to cut out some of his bad habits for a while,
anyway.
Why, Henry, I dont know whats gotten into
you!
Dont hurt even a preacher to face himself! The
deans wife finished darning the towels and went up to saygood-night to her
parents.
He had been only impatient till this instant. Only,
hang it, I simply cant get myself to like him! Something struck him that just
uplifted him.
What a wonderful drugstore window, withall those
glossy new magazine covers!
I suppose probly youre bigger than Moses,bigger
than St.
Firmly and resentfully he came into their room, and
slammed downhis hat. What a wonderful drugstore window, withall those glossy new
magazine covers!
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