Odd Numbers Being Further Chronicles of Shorty McCabe

Where'd I collect the Flemish oak tint on muh noble br-r-r-ow? No, not sunnin' myself down to Coney Island. No such tinhorn stunt for me! This is the real plute color, this is,...

Say, notice any deep sea roll about my walk? No? Well, maybe you can get the tarry perfume as I pass by? Funny you don't; for I've been a Vice Commodore for most three weeks now...

What do you know about luck, eh? Say, there was a time when I banked heavy on such things as four-leaf clovers, and the humpback touch, and dodgin' ladders, and keepin' my finge...

Then again, there's other kinds from other States, and no two of 'em alike. They float in from all quarters, some on ten-day excursions, and some with no return ticket. And, of...

Well, I've been slummin' up again. It happens like this: I was just preparin', here the other noontime, to rush around the corner and destroy a plate of lunch counter hash decor...

Say, what do you make out of this plute huntin' business, anyway? Has the big money bunch got us down on the mat with our wind shut off and our pockets inside out; or is it just...

Ever go on a grandmother hunt through the Red Ink District? Well, it ain't a reg'lar amusement of mine, but it has its good points. Maybe I wouldn't have tackled it at all if I...

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' m...

"No, no," says Sadie, givin' my tie an extra pat and brushin' some imaginary dust off my coat collar; "it's about Cousin Cornelia. She's in town, you know, and neither of the Pu...

Anyway, they came bunched, and that was some comfort. Eh? Well, first off there was the lovers, then there was Harold; and it was only the combination that saved me from develop...

What I had on the slate for this part'cular afternoon was a brisk walk up Broadway as far as the gasoline district and a little soothin' conversation with Mr. Cecil Slattery abo...

Was I? Then I must have been thinking of Dyke Mallory. And say, I don't know how you feel about it, but I figure that anybody who can supply me with a hang-over grin good for th...

And do you imagine Kitty Marston settles down to a life job after that? Not her. At the very next pay day she hands in her two weeks' notice, and when they pin her right down to...

Two in one day, mind you. It just goes to show what effect the first dose of hot weather is liable to have on the custard heads. Well, maybe I oughtn't to call 'em that, either....

Eh? Yes, maybe I do walk a little stiff jointed; but, say, I'm satisfied to be walkin' around at all. If I hadn't had my luck with me the other day, I'd be wearin' that left leg...

Maybe that brass plate had been up in the lower hall of our buildin' a month or so before I takes any partic'lar notice of it. Even when I did get my eye on it one mornin' it on...

Pinckney was tellin' me, here awhile back at lunch one day, what terrors them twins of his was gettin' to be. He relates a tragic tale about how they'd just been requested to re...

Also we have a few home-grown varieties that ain't listed frequent. And the pavement products are apt to have most as queer kinks to 'em as those from the plowed fields. Now tak...

And you'd almost think I could accumulate enough freaks, all by myself, without havin' my friends pass theirs along, wouldn't you? Yet lemme tell you what Pinckney rung up on me.