The Shriek: A Satirical Burlesque

At the Hotel Biscuit she had the authority of a traffic policeman as to whom were who as well as what was what regarding the foreign colony tirelessly wasting its time on the ve...

At dawn Musty Ale sent ahead the procession of baggage bearers, the lumbering camels, all of them Verbeena thought showing great facial resemblance to Lady Speedway and hoped so...

Verbeena had thought when Musty Ale held back to have a talk with the large gentleman in the white wrappings her sulky retainer was doubtless obeying her order to tell the perso...

What Spaghetti was wishing for Verbeena was wondering concerning. Whereabouts now was this bold devil, Amut? And when would he be home? To be sure, Spaghetti had said, she sort...

It was a Monday morning about two months later and the Sheik was helping Hulda hang out the wash in the back of the Big Tent, his soul pondering in trepidation, even worry as on...

She thought of all the swimmin', rowin', ridin', boxin', runnin', fightin', wrestlin' she had done in the past with exultation. She even conjured up the long, sad face of Lord T...

"The story of this picture which I am about to make in order that it may ring down the ages is soul-grasping and spirit stirring," said the director to Verbeena in a greatly ani...

When Verbeena came to she was the only one present. Outside she could hear the Sheik's horses whinnying among their oats and the incessant chaffing of his men. They swarmed outs...

"A month. A little more than a month! Thirty-one days to be exact! O, Allah, it seems a life time!" sobbed the Sheik Amut Ben Butler. "A month since I grabbed her hot off the Bi...

"The world is in stupendous alarm over the disappearance of Miss Verbeena Mayonnaise who left the Hotel Biscuit here without her bacon and eggs more than a month ago or giving t...

Right in front of her was he standing and she got a good, unfurtive look at him. Sure enough he was as big as he felt when he had her grabbed to him on horseback.

When the last floating ends of Lord Tawdry's face-banners had disappeared over the horizon, Musty Ale made bold to appear before Verbeena, who with eyes crossed was dipping deep...

"You just go away from here, every one of you, do you hear? Yes, I mean you too--you big stiff with the silver cigarette case! I think it's phoney anyway. My wife doesn't care t...

"Chief," said the Sheik half-heartedly to Verbeena, slipping a piece of bacon to his big, dangerous Persian hound that Verbeena was in the habit of kicking around so freely, "wo...