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"And just whangs Old Pinto over the head with it"
"And just whangs Old Pinto over the head with it"
"And just whangs Old Pinto over the head with it"
(American, 1882 - 1945)

"And just whangs Old Pinto over the head with it"

1904
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"Doc, he walks up to Old Pinto, and has a look at him, frontways, sideways and all around"
"Doc, he walks up to Old Pinto, and has a look at him, frontways, sideways and all around"
N.C. Wyeth
1904
Just as the baby's feet cleared the ground Padfoot leaped into the air and buried his teeth into the feathers of his old enemy.
Just as the baby's feet cleared the ground Padfoot leaped into the air and buried his teeth into the feathers of his old enemy.
N.C. Wyeth
1923
"She didn't come - she didn't come," he said over and over to himself. "She didn't come to see her old dad - and it's Christmas Day"
"She didn't come - she didn't come," he said over and over to himself. "She didn't come to see her old dad - and it's Christmas Day"
N.C. Wyeth
1914
Ten thousand dollars! Why, even one thousand dollars would keep him clothed, housed and fed for the few remaining years of his life and there would be enough left over to keep his old body out of Potter's Field. His hands trembled and the white fire of the diamonds flashed more temptingly.
Ten thousand dollars! Why, even one thousand dollars would keep him clothed, housed and fed for the few remaining years of his life and there would be enough left over to keep his old body out of Potter's Field. His hands trembled and the white fire of the diamonds flashed more temptingly.
N.C. Wyeth
1914
The enemy had re-formed the line and bounded forward as if thrown by a spring. Richard had thrown the helmet over the Saracens' heads. "Look at me!"
The enemy had re-formed the line and bounded forward as if thrown by a spring. Richard had thrown the helmet over the Saracens' heads. "Look at me!"
N.C. Wyeth
1931
Dropping one of the sage-hens I asked the man behind me to pick it up. As he was groping for it I pulled one of my Colt's revolvers, and hit him over the head. He dropped senseless. // "Wheeling about I saw that the other man, hearing the fall, had turned, his hand upon his revolver. It was no time for argument. I fired and killed him."
Dropping one of the sage-hens I asked the man behind me to pick it up. As he was groping for it I pulled one of my Colt's revolvers, and hit him over the head. He dropped senseless. // "Wheeling about I saw that the other man, hearing the fall, had turned, his hand upon his revolver. It was no time for argument. I fired and killed him."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
Just an old fashioned paper doll
Just an old fashioned paper doll
Marjorie Henderson Buell
1920-1930
Plate #16 | And this destructive looking beast | (I'd hate to meet him in an alley | At night) -- you'll guess his name, at least: | The Whing-whang of the Kongo Valley.
Plate #16 | And this destructive looking beast | (I'd hate to meet him in an alley | At night) -- you'll guess his name, at least: | The Whing-whang of the Kongo Valley.
Royal Lacey Scoville
ca. 1915
We just naturally fights like a pair of friends and gentlemen. Bite, kick, and gouge; but no hard feelin's between me and you!
We just naturally fights like a pair of friends and gentlemen. Bite, kick, and gouge; but no hard feelin's between me and you!
N.C. Wyeth
1915 / 1916
"Just out," says Sir Henry. "In fact, we don't keep it. Try a lemon soda. The Mexican pointed his finger at him. "If you have no whiskey," says he, "go out and get some."
"Just out," says Sir Henry. "In fact, we don't keep it. Try a lemon soda. The Mexican pointed his finger at him. "If you have no whiskey," says he, "go out and get some."
N.C. Wyeth
1912
The next morning Kenyon found her just outside Ferguson's shack, prone on the fallen leaves.
The next morning Kenyon found her just outside Ferguson's shack, prone on the fallen leaves.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
I'm just going to swing the light away from the coal bin when I spy the lock on the door of it
I'm just going to swing the light away from the coal bin when I spy the lock on the door of it
N.C. Wyeth
1919