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From: | Lambert Blevins |
Subject: | [Ci-development] OK |
Date: | Wed, 20 Sep 2006 00:33:00 +0300 |
Fearless attack on all this drinking and this awful
seximmorality thats getting so prevalent.
Elmer had, that evening, been addressing the Rod
and Gun Clubdinner. Him and I will never get along together, thought
Elmer.
Among the ministers outside the Methodist Church,
they recommendedDr.
Thank Heaven, I havent got arespectable person in
my whole blooming flock!
Rigg shouted, Oh, lets go out to the kitchen and
shake up awelsh rabbit! For the pulpit, he continued to wearmorning clothes.
Lotsmore class there, and they dont beef if a minister takes a littledrink, he said
to Cleo. Only,Im afraid my wife has a headache, poor girl. There were thesame
homemade ice cream and homemade oratory.
The two thousand was gone before they had been in
Zenith a month. Sparta papers reprinted the story and spoke of it with
reverence.
A fewresembled farmers, a few stone-masons, but
most of them looked likeretail shops.
He was no longersatisfied to depend on his barrel.
But he saw, a block from the church, a new apartment-house, andnear it an
excavation. Those are folks I can shoot straight with, decided Elmer, and hekept
near them.
Could he get the proof ofthe church bulletin back
to the printers right away?
He joined the Masons, the Odd Fellows, and the
Maccabees.
Elmers own study and office was airless, and looked
out on theflivver-crowded yard of a garage. He didlike to have his Christian
brethren well heeled. Not only from his pulpit but in scattered halls Elmer
campaignedand thundered.
They looked like a group of prosperous andactive
business men.
Rigg was small, deep-wrinkled, with amused and
knowing eyes. They looked like a group of prosperous andactive business
men.
Not only from his pulpit but in scattered halls
Elmer campaignedand thundered.
She came back from a visit to Banjo Crossing with
two thousanddollars. Oh, well, Elmer conferred with himself afterward, what do
Icare! Nobody for ten blocks that would putmoren ten cents in the collection. He was
excited to intoxication by their laughter.
Why, you poor lonely girl, shame you have to sleep
allalone here, poor baby! Nothing like a good juicy vice sermon to bring in the
crowds. The smaller sitting-room,with its log fire and large padded chairs, looked
comfortable, butMrs. Meaning my attentions arent welcome to Your Majesty!
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