Odd Numbers: Being Further Chronicles of Shorty McCabeFord, Sewell
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Odd Numbers: Being Further Chronicles of Shorty McCabe
Ford, Sewell
Humorous stories, American; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction
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ODD NUMBERS
Being Further Chronicles of Shorty McCabe
by
SEWELL FORD
Author of
Trying Out Torchy, Etc.
Illustrations by F. Vaux Wilson
[Illustration: "'SISTERS? DO WE LOOK IT?' SAYS MAISIE"]
New York
Grosset & Dunlap
Publishers
Copyright, 1908, 1909, 1910, 1911, by Sewell Ford
Copyright, 1912, by Edward J. Clode
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. Goliah and the Purple Lid 1
II. How Maizie Came Through 17
III. Where Spotty Fitted In 35
IV. A Grandmother Who Got Going 50
V. A Long Shot on DeLancey 67
VI. Playing Harold Both Ways 84
VII. Cornelia Shows Some Class 100
VIII. Doping Out an Odd One 116
IX. Handing Bobby a Blank 134
X. Marmaduke Slips One Over 151
XI. A Look In on the Goat Game 167
XII. Mrs. Truckles' Broad Jump 183
XIII. Heiney Takes the Gloom Cure 199
XIV. A Try-Out for Toodleism 214
XV. The Case of the Tiscotts 230
XVI. Classing Tutwater Right 246
XVII. How Hermy Put It Over 262
XVIII. Joy Riding with Aunty 279
XIX. Turning a Trick for Beany 294
ODD NUMBERS
CHAPTER I
GOLIAH AND THE PURPLE LID
One of my highbrow reg'lars at the Physical Culture Studio, a gent that
mixes up in charity works, like organizin' debatin' societies in the deaf
and dumb asylums, was tellin' me awhile back of a great scheme of his to
help out the stranger in our fair village. He wants to open public
information bureaus, where a jay might go and find out anything he wanted
to know, from how to locate a New Thought church, to the nearest place
where he could buy a fresh celluloid collar.
"Get the idea?" says he. "A public bureau where strangers in New York
would be given courteous attention, friendly advice, and that sort of
thing."
"What's the use?" says I. "Ain't I here?"
Course, I was just gettin' over a josh. But say, it ain't all a funny
dream, either. Don't a lot of 'em come my way? Maybe it's because I'm so
apt to lay myself open to the confidential tackle. But somehow, when I
see one of these tourist freaks sizin' me up, and lookin' kind of dazed
and lonesome, I can't chuck him back the frosty stare. I've been a stray
in a strange town myself. So I gen'rally tries to seem halfway human, and
if he opens up with some shot on the weather, I let him get in the
follow-up questions and take the chances.
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