Good Morning Annie Fans!LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE AND SANDYBy Harold Gray, 1933CHAPTER 2 – Mr. Futile’s DisappointmentThe next day when a group of ladies came into the store, Mr. Futile hastened to show the new goods. “We just in some new stock, ladies,” he beamed. “It’s not opened yet, but I’m going to let you be the first to see it. Here are some of the latest novels, beautifully bound. You’ll like them all.”But neither of the ladies liked their books. One of them said that the book was very old and that she had read it years ago, and the other complained that the binding was scuffed and the edges of the book were mildewed.Mr. Futile was downcast. “But Annie,” he said, “the salesman said these books and cards were such a bargain. He said –”“Yeah, I know that salesman is a crook,” Annie said. “He picked this stuff up at some fire sale.”“Oh, Annie, I don’t know what to do,” groaned Mr. Futile. “He’ll be after his money tomorrow.”Annie had gotten out of more than one hard fix before. “Aw, cheer up, Mr. Futile. We all make a little mistake now and then,” said Annie, patting him on the back. “When that bird shows up, you just let me handle him.” In spite of Annie’s comforting words, Mr. Futile was worried about paying for the spoiled goods, and with good reason. When Annie came into the store the next day, the “sharp-shootin’” salesman was there. Mr. Futile was backed up against a counter and the salesman was shaking his fist in Mr. Futile’s face as he tried to make his collection.“You accepted delivery,” he shouted. “It’s your merchandise, see? I’m here to collect. Do I get my money, or do I sue you, eh? You want trouble, do yuh?” Mr. Futile cowered under the attack. “B-b-but those books – that is – I mean –” he stuttered.Suddenly, behind the salesman, Annie spoke. “Just a minute, wise guy,” she said. “You button your lip and listen to me. Take your rotten junk with you and scram.” The salesman was not pleased to see Annie. “What? Oh, it’s you again!” he snarled. “You stay out o’ this –”With Annie was Pete Pincher, the Constable. He caught the salesman by his coat lapels and shook him. “I’ve heard all about you,” he said. “We have our own way o’ handling crooks in this town and you won’t like it. Now you just do what Annie tells you, or do I have to take you by the neck?”In a little while the salesman was gone. “Say, he certainly did sweat carrying out those boxes,” said Mr. Futile, as he watched him drive away.“Yeah,” finished Annie. “That bird won’t be back here. The nerve o’ him thinkin’ he could put over a fast on one us.”
davidf42 over 13 years ago
Patsy Hersh? Patsy Hersh? LOL !!!
Good Morning Annie Fans!LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE AND SANDYBy Harold Gray, 1933CHAPTER 2 – Mr. Futile’s DisappointmentThe next day when a group of ladies came into the store, Mr. Futile hastened to show the new goods. “We just in some new stock, ladies,” he beamed. “It’s not opened yet, but I’m going to let you be the first to see it. Here are some of the latest novels, beautifully bound. You’ll like them all.”But neither of the ladies liked their books. One of them said that the book was very old and that she had read it years ago, and the other complained that the binding was scuffed and the edges of the book were mildewed.Mr. Futile was downcast. “But Annie,” he said, “the salesman said these books and cards were such a bargain. He said –”“Yeah, I know that salesman is a crook,” Annie said. “He picked this stuff up at some fire sale.”“Oh, Annie, I don’t know what to do,” groaned Mr. Futile. “He’ll be after his money tomorrow.”Annie had gotten out of more than one hard fix before. “Aw, cheer up, Mr. Futile. We all make a little mistake now and then,” said Annie, patting him on the back. “When that bird shows up, you just let me handle him.” In spite of Annie’s comforting words, Mr. Futile was worried about paying for the spoiled goods, and with good reason. When Annie came into the store the next day, the “sharp-shootin’” salesman was there. Mr. Futile was backed up against a counter and the salesman was shaking his fist in Mr. Futile’s face as he tried to make his collection.“You accepted delivery,” he shouted. “It’s your merchandise, see? I’m here to collect. Do I get my money, or do I sue you, eh? You want trouble, do yuh?” Mr. Futile cowered under the attack. “B-b-but those books – that is – I mean –” he stuttered.Suddenly, behind the salesman, Annie spoke. “Just a minute, wise guy,” she said. “You button your lip and listen to me. Take your rotten junk with you and scram.” The salesman was not pleased to see Annie. “What? Oh, it’s you again!” he snarled. “You stay out o’ this –”With Annie was Pete Pincher, the Constable. He caught the salesman by his coat lapels and shook him. “I’ve heard all about you,” he said. “We have our own way o’ handling crooks in this town and you won’t like it. Now you just do what Annie tells you, or do I have to take you by the neck?”In a little while the salesman was gone. “Say, he certainly did sweat carrying out those boxes,” said Mr. Futile, as he watched him drive away.“Yeah,” finished Annie. “That bird won’t be back here. The nerve o’ him thinkin’ he could put over a fast on one us.”
COWBOY7 over 13 years ago
Good Morning, Annie Fans.
Dkram over 13 years ago
Hay, Morning Annie fans.
The strip: Patsy Hursh huh, brain wash!
the story: Annie showed that guy where the bear did his business in the woods.
Pease.\\//_