human
I ain't ever gone with a feller that I didn't know his name before!
gpt
It's Joe, he said,
human
Joe Ridder, What's your front name?
gpt
Miss Beaver, she said mischievously.
human
What do you think it is?
gpt
Say, she went on,
human
I knew who you was all right even if I didn't know yer name. I seen you over to the hall when they had the boxin' match.
gpt
The last one?
human
Yes, when you and Ben Schenk was fightin'. Say, you didn't do a thing to him!
gpt
Didn't I massacre him? he said.
human
That there was a half-Nelson holt I give him. It put him out of business all right, all right. Say, I never knowed you was there!
gpt
You bet I was, said his companion in honest admiration;
human
The Widowed Bride. By the end of the third act Joe's emotions were so wrought upon by the unhappy fate of the heroine, that he rose abruptly and, muttering something about
gpt
fled to the rear. When he returned and squeezed his way back to his seat he found
human
Miss Beaver
gpt
What's the matter with you?
human
My shoe hurts me,
gpt
What you givin' me? asked Joe, with fine superiority.
human
These here kinds of play never hurts my feelin's none. Catch me cryin' at a show!