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The Eternal Boy: Being the Story of the Prodigious Hickey! A Fiction & Literature Classic By Owen Johnson! AAA+++
The Eternal Boy: Being the Story of the Prodigious Hickey! A Fiction & Literature Classic By Owen Johnson! AAA+++
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"I would call him Napoleon, but Napoleon made his way to empire over broken oaths and through a sea of BLOOD," shrieked the diminutive orator with a sudden crescendo as a spitball, artfully thrown, sung by his nose.
At this sudden shrill notice of approaching manhood, Hickey, in the front row, roused himself with a jerk, put both fists in his eyes and glanced with indignant reproach at the embattled disturber of his privileges. Rest now being impossible, he decided to revenge himself by putting forth a series of faces as a sort of running illustration to the swelling cadences. Shrimp Davis struggled manfully to keep his eyes from the antics of his tormentor. He accosted the ceiling, he looked sadly on the floor. He gazed east and west profoundly, through the open windows, seeking forgetfulness in the distant vistas. All to no purpose. Turn where he might the mocking face of Hickey danced after him. At the height of his eloquence Shrimp choked, clutched at his mouth, exploded into laughter and tumbled ingloriously to his seat amid the delighted shrieks of the class.
"I would call him Napoleon, but Napoleon made his way to empire over broken oaths and through a sea of BLOOD," shrieked the diminutive orator with a sudden crescendo as a spitball, artfully thrown, sung by his nose.
At this sudden shrill notice of approaching manhood, Hickey, in the front row, roused himself with a jerk, put both fists in his eyes and glanced with indignant reproach at the embattled disturber of his privileges. Rest now being impossible, he decided to revenge himself by putting forth a series of faces as a sort of running illustration to the swelling cadences. Shrimp Davis struggled manfully to keep his eyes from the antics of his tormentor. He accosted the ceiling, he looked sadly on the floor. He gazed east and west profoundly, through the open windows, seeking forgetfulness in the distant vistas. All to no purpose. Turn where he might the mocking face of Hickey danced after him. At the height of his eloquence Shrimp choked, clutched at his mouth, exploded into laughter and tumbled ingloriously to his seat amid the delighted shrieks of the class.
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