The sailor is frankness, the landsman is finesse. Life is not a game with the sailor, demanding the long head--no intricate game o...f chess where few moves are made in straight-forwardness and ends are attained by indirection, an oblique, tedious, barren game hardly worth that poor candle burnt out in playing it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now look, Winocki. There are two other men on this ship who washed up as pilots. But Martin's a bombardier and Hauser went in for ...navigation. And they're both good. You're a good gunner or you wouldn't have the rating you've got. We need you just like we need the whole gang. It takes all of us to make this ship function. Now get this into your head. We all belong to this airplane. Every man has got to rely on every other man to do the right thing at the right time. You played football, Winocki. You know how one man can gum up the works. You gotta play ball with us and play the game, or I'm gonna have to get rid of you.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Wild Bill was indulging in his favorite pastime of a friendly game of cards in the old No. 10 saloon. For the second time in his c...areer, he was sitting with his back to an open door. Jack McCall walked in, shot him through the back of the head, and rushed from the place, only to be captured shortly afterward. Wild Bill's dead hand held aces and eights, and from that time on this has been known in the West as "the dead man's hand."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Indian said that he had got his money by hunting, mostly high up the West Branch of the Penobscot, and toward the head of the ...St. John; he had hunted there from a boy, and knew all about that region. His game had been beaver, otter, black cat (or fisher), sable, moose, etc. Loup-cervier (or Canada lynx) were plenty yet in burnt grounds. For food in the woods, he uses partridges, ducks, dried moose-meat, hedgehog, etc. Loons, too, were good, only "bile 'em good." He told us at some length how he had suffered from starvation when a mere lad, being overtaken by winter when hunting with two grown Indians in the northern part of Maine, and obliged to leave their canoe on account of ice.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A man's idea in a card game is war--cruel, devastating and pitiless. A lady's idea of it is a combination of larceny, embezzlement... and burglary.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Those are pearls that were his eyes. "Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?"... But O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag-- It's so elegant So intelligent ...LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I know what you're thinking. Did he fire six shots or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I've kinda lo...st track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off--you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When we stand the truth on its head we generally fail to notice that our head is not standing where it should be standing either.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »