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Esther Bubley
Jun. 13th, 2006 08:37 amСобачка смотрит ТВ
ну и мужик в шляпе:
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Jun. 13th, 2006
Harper's Weekly времен Гражданской войны
Jun. 13th, 2006 09:23 amОбалденный сайт - Harper's Weekly 1861-1865.
The American Parlor
Or Floor Skate,
Hard Rubber Rollers,
Anti-friction Axles.
Душераздирающая история:
THE COCK AND THE OWL.—(A FABLE FOR THE TIMES.)
AN Irishman living in Ohio once challenged a Western man to fight roosters. The birds were brought out, and Pat's was pretty soon knocked off his pins. The Irishman concluded that his rooster's unsteadiness on his legs arose from the narrowness of his feet; and purchasing a duck, with webbed feet, challenged the Western man again. Again the Buckeye fowl won the day, and with ease. Pat then said he had a bird at home that would beat the Western game-sock, and offered to double the bets, provided the birds were not allowed to see each other till the fight began. The money put up, on the day fixed our friend Buckeye produced his rooster in splendid fighting condition. Pat brought out an old heavy chicken-owl, who was of course blinded by the light, and stood winking and stupidly twisting his head. The game-cock instantly flew at him, and drew blood. The owl winked, and looked stupider than ever. Again the rooster clashed in, and made a furrow in the owl's cheek. Again the owl winked, and twisted his neck about, apparently trying to understand the matter. A third time the game-cock flew at him, and slashed vigorously with beak and spur. Just at that moment the owl happening to get the corner of one eye open enough to see his little antagonist, he grinned, stretched forth one claw, caught the game-cock by the neck, and ate him up on the spot.
Но больше там, конечно, про войну
The American Parlor
Or Floor Skate,
Hard Rubber Rollers,
Anti-friction Axles.
Душераздирающая история:
THE COCK AND THE OWL.—(A FABLE FOR THE TIMES.)
AN Irishman living in Ohio once challenged a Western man to fight roosters. The birds were brought out, and Pat's was pretty soon knocked off his pins. The Irishman concluded that his rooster's unsteadiness on his legs arose from the narrowness of his feet; and purchasing a duck, with webbed feet, challenged the Western man again. Again the Buckeye fowl won the day, and with ease. Pat then said he had a bird at home that would beat the Western game-sock, and offered to double the bets, provided the birds were not allowed to see each other till the fight began. The money put up, on the day fixed our friend Buckeye produced his rooster in splendid fighting condition. Pat brought out an old heavy chicken-owl, who was of course blinded by the light, and stood winking and stupidly twisting his head. The game-cock instantly flew at him, and drew blood. The owl winked, and looked stupider than ever. Again the rooster clashed in, and made a furrow in the owl's cheek. Again the owl winked, and twisted his neck about, apparently trying to understand the matter. A third time the game-cock flew at him, and slashed vigorously with beak and spur. Just at that moment the owl happening to get the corner of one eye open enough to see his little antagonist, he grinned, stretched forth one claw, caught the game-cock by the neck, and ate him up on the spot.
Но больше там, конечно, про войну
Делала яишенку. Выронила яйцо. Сразу не поймала, но и упасть не дала: успела в полете придавить его животом к плите.
Глупый какой-то получился подвиг: с пола яйцо убрать, как ни крути, гораздо проще, чем с чистенькой хорошенькой маечки, в которой я собиралась всем сегодня нравиться...
Глупый какой-то получился подвиг: с пола яйцо убрать, как ни крути, гораздо проще, чем с чистенькой хорошенькой маечки, в которой я собиралась всем сегодня нравиться...
