Identifier: harpersnew0104various (find matches)
Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 104 December 1901 to May 1902
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: various
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University-Idaho

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metheir way; but it appearedto me, as I said, that therevolutions left the gov-ernment too full of idioms,in the same way that LaLibertad was what you mightcall an idiomatic building. There we waited tillFlanigan became fierce withthe heat and the impatienceof him. Discretionary V he says,striding around with hisnostrils full of wrath, andbanging at doors. Wouldthey be boilin us the nightwid the discreteness ofem ? With that there was anopening of a door, and thewaddling in of a little fatnegro in red and yellowlivery and shining buttons,who we thought was likelythe official butler or door-boy; for he seemed to have,as a rule, eaten too much,and looked sleepy and inbad temper. Boy, says Flanigan,striding up to him, wheresthe misbegotten and cor-rupt official of Disthression-ary Regularities? Do wewait here till the explosionof doom ?—shpeak, ye lumpof butther!—or do we not? Carambos! says the ex-traordinary clothes, backingoff and speaking snappish-ly. If you dont like it,get out!
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The Company came Aboard at Five Dollars a Head Carambos, is it? says Flanigan, to avoid him, and appeared surprised,that enraged, and grabbing him by the He scrambled up, shrieked, clutched hiscollar. Impidence! he says; an yetalk so to the manager of the Flaniganan Imparial! With that he gets him also by hisnew trousers and heaves him into thecorridor, where a handsome half-casteSpanish woman, more Spanish than hair, and fled down the corridor, andthe purple dress began to gobble withher laughter. Why, she says, in a mellow voiceand polished Guadalupean idiom—ho,ho!haw, haw!—why does the distinguishedsenor cast the Minister of Military and negress, who looked dignified and happy Internal Peace thus upon his digesting im-in a purple dress, fell against the wall mediately his too great meal thereafter? Heaves him into the Corridor a£Hivens! says Flanigan. 1 Now he will say the internal peaceis disturbed, meaning his digestion, andbring the military, to the end that thedistinguishe

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