
All right, Dad. Shed the heater. Make it smooth now.
... you're all washed up now, you and your big smile.
Hoist the mitts while I get your iron. Up, Mister.
... you're all washed up now, you and your big smile.
Hoist the mitts while I get your iron. Up, Mister.
These awesome quotes are from a short story I read this week by Raymond Chandler; Goldfish (1936). The words actually belong to a girl named Carol who ... wore a blue suit cut with a lot of snap. Her face was fresh and young and delicate and as hard as a chisel. Carol is one cool customer, folks; a lady who wants her own way.
I know the language is from a time past but I would dearly love to see the term toots makes a comeback into common usage.
oh and just in case you missed the link Old Time Radio readings in the comments section of the Goldfish link: http://otr.net/?p=aopm



