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Left Tackle Thayer

Creator: Barbour, Ralph Henry, 1870-1944
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"More than one Detweiler!" exclaimed Amy horrifiedly. "Is there more than one Washington? More than one Napoleon? More than one Huxley? More than one Thackeray? More than one--one Byrd?" "You bet there are!" asserted Black. "There are jays and parrots!" "Amy, you're a crazy nut," laughed Innes. "A nut I may be," replied Amy with dignity, "but I have raisins." There was an excruciating howl of agony and Amy was violently set upon, deposited on the nearer bed and pummelled until he begged for mercy. When quiet was restored Edwards asked: "Is 'Boots' coming back this year, Jack?" "Yes, he'll be here in a day or two, I think. Robey had a letter from him last week." "Thought someone said he wasn't coming back," observed Still. "He said in the Spring he didn't think he could," explained Jack, "but you couldn't keep him away if you tried, I guess. You second team fellows will know what hustling means when he takes hold of you, Thayer."
The World English Bible (WEB): Song of Solomon

Book 22 Song of Solomon 001:001 The Song of songs, which is Solomon's. Beloved 001:002 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for your love is better than wine. 001:003 Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured forth, therefore the virgins love you. 001:004 Take me away with you. Let us hurry. The king has brought me into his chambers. Friends We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! Beloved They are right to love you. 001:005 I am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar's tents, like Solomon's curtains. 001:006 Don't stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven't kept my own vineyard. 001:007 Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions? Lover 001:008 If you don't know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds' tents. 001:009 I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
Clint smiled and looked politely interested, but the subject was not continued, for at that moment, Amy, who had been craftily biding his time, reached out and pulled Still's chair over, and in the ensuing confusion the gathering broke up. On the way along the Row, Clint asked Amy about the mysterious "Boots." "His name is Boutelle," explained Amy. "We call him 'Boots' for short; a sort of a _last_ name." Amy chuckled gleefully. "What's the joke?" asked Clint. "Didn't you get it? _Last_ name; see? 'Boots'--last!" "Oh!" "Thank you! I was afraid I'd have to explain it for you in a _foot_-note." "What's he do? Coach the second?" "He do. And he's a mighty nice chap, 'Boots' is. The fellows were quite crazy about him last year. He did good work, too. Turned out a second that was some team, believe me! Maybe if 'Boots' gets hold of you, Clint, you may amount to something. I've done what I could for you, but I think you've got where you need a firmer hand."