unearths some literary gems.
From pieces by Frank Sullivan:
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Then Carnegie whistled the entire score of Piff, Paff, Pouff through twice.
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You can tell the March of Fate by watching the kettledrum player. If he shows signs of working up a sweat, you know you're well into the March of Fate. Fate marches around a good deal in "Beethoven's Fifth." Fate keeps popping in and out of the "Fifth" like the Marx Brothers in the bedroom scene
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"Where's the screw driver?" I demanded, in a fury of energy.
"It's in The Thing," said the S.S. ["Sainted Sullivan," Frank's sister].
In our house The Thing is the place where the screw driver is when the S.S. can't remember where the screw driver is. The Thing can be the tool shed, the cellar, the attic, milady's chamber, or the lower part of the kitchen cabinet where abandoned string, bent nails, receipted telephone bills, oiled paper and old devilled eggs are kept. Experience has taught me that the screw driver is rarely to be found in The Thing.
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"It's wherever you left it," she said, coolly. The S.S. was in one of her more marked It's-wherever-you-left-it moods that summer. By an odd coincidence it was in that same summer that I was in one of my You-had-it-last moods, so I retorted, "You had it last, you know."
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If [Grandpa] was in a good humor when he awoke, he would take us youngsters up to Dick Canfield's to play games, but as he was never in a good humor when he awoke, we never went to Dick Canfield's to play games.
