Vocal Expression in Speech: A Treatise on the Fundamentals of Public Speaking Adapted to the Use of Colleges and UniversitiesGinn, 1911 - 315 páginas |
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Página 93
... CHARLEY JOHNSON'S FINE - ( The scene is laid in the dingy , ill - smelling court room which is the anteroom of the city jail . A drowsy warden , seated at his desk , is reading his belated paper . A girl comes in noiselessly at left and ...
... CHARLEY JOHNSON'S FINE - ( The scene is laid in the dingy , ill - smelling court room which is the anteroom of the city jail . A drowsy warden , seated at his desk , is reading his belated paper . A girl comes in noiselessly at left and ...
Página 94
... Charley Johnson . Looks like a marriage license , don't it ? Girl . Now , see here , none of your impudence , Mr. Man . You just go on and attend to your end of the business and I'll hold up mine . Now what do I do ? Warden ( chuckling ...
... Charley Johnson . Looks like a marriage license , don't it ? Girl . Now , see here , none of your impudence , Mr. Man . You just go on and attend to your end of the business and I'll hold up mine . Now what do I do ? Warden ( chuckling ...
Página 95
... Charley ! ( She looks up and discovers that she does not know the man . ) Oh ! I beg your pardon ! Johnson . ( Extends his arms theatrically . ) Sadie ! Sadie ! Sadie . Well , that's my name . Johnson . Don't you know me ? Charley ...
... Charley ! ( She looks up and discovers that she does not know the man . ) Oh ! I beg your pardon ! Johnson . ( Extends his arms theatrically . ) Sadie ! Sadie ! Sadie . Well , that's my name . Johnson . Don't you know me ? Charley ...
Página 96
... Charley used to call me that . I'm Sadie to you and all the rest of the world . Understand , just plain Sadie ! Where's Charley ? How'd you know about his writing to me ? Johnson . I tell you , Sade , ______ Sadie , I — my beard Sadie ...
... Charley used to call me that . I'm Sadie to you and all the rest of the world . Understand , just plain Sadie ! Where's Charley ? How'd you know about his writing to me ? Johnson . I tell you , Sade , ______ Sadie , I — my beard Sadie ...
Página 97
... Johnson ( bitterly ) . That's just what . Oh , what's the use ? It's all over now ! Sadie . What did he do ? Johnson ... Charley Johnson's fine ? Sadie ( storming ) . Yes , if you want to know . More fool I ! There ain't any Charley ...
... Johnson ( bitterly ) . That's just what . Oh , what's the use ? It's all over now ! Sadie . What did he do ? Johnson ... Charley Johnson's fine ? Sadie ( storming ) . Yes , if you want to know . More fool I ! There ain't any Charley ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 220 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Página 247 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain— Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?— God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Página 169 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners ; But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Página 244 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Página 86 - THERE is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
Página 186 - He answered and said, Whether he be a sinner or no, I know not : one thing I know, that, whereas I was blind, now I see.
Página 220 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Página 258 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, In the Rialto, you have rated me About my moneys and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug ; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe...
Página 125 - Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot.
Página 176 - Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...