"Bub" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... "Hallo, bub! it's death by the law to walk into the river without a license. Guess you want to keep farther off the edge ...
— Harper's Young People, March 9, 1880 - An Illustrated Weekly • Various
... be the cause of turning you out in the cold. Gad! isn't it parky. Hope you aren't going to keep me standing. If I might be allowed I'd quote unto you the words which a pretty American girl once used when I asked if I might kiss her—'Wade right in, Bub!'" ...
— Driftwood Spars - The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who - Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life • Percival Christopher Wren
... not used to being called "Sir," and the word fell pleasantly on ears that shrank from the detested syllable "Bub," with which strangers were wont ...
— Nautilus • Laura E. Richards
... his coffee without lace. This week his mimic tongue runs o'er What they have said the week before; His wisdom sets all Europe right, And teaches Marlborough when to fight. Or if it be his fate to meet With folks who have more wealth than wit He loves cheap port, and double bub; And settles in the hum-drum club: He earns how stocks will fall or rise; Holds poverty the greatest vice; Thinks wit the bane of conversation; And says that learning spoils a nation. But if, at first, he minds his hits, And drinks champagne among the wits! ...
— The Humourous Poetry of the English Language • James Parton
... the boy, Yerby?" he said, brusquely. He took his pipe out of his mouth and turned to Leander. "Naw, bub. He's jes tradin' fur bresh whiskey, that's all; he's sorter skeery 'bout bein' a wild-catter, an' he didn't want ye ...
— The Moonshiners At Hoho-Hebee Falls - 1895 • Charles Egbert Craddock (AKA Mary Noailles Murfree)
... branches that tangle the line, and snags that break the hook, and returning home late and hungry, with wet feet and a string of speckled trout on a willow twig, and having the family crowd out at the kitchen door to look at 'em, and say, "Pretty well done for you, bub; did you catch that big one yourself?" —this is also pure happiness, the like of which the boy will never have again, not if he comes to be selectman and deacon ...
— Baddeck and That Sort of Thing • Charles Dudley Warner
... jolly ob—bub—jectiable's morning," grumbled Cranze, and invited Hamilton to accompany him on shore forthwith. "Let's go and see the girls. Ruined cities should have ruined girls and ruined pubs to give us some ...
— A Master of Fortune • Cutcliffe Hyne
... kommt, Wenn Waelder erzittern Kommt, wie die Brandung Wenn Flotten zersplittern! Schnell heran, schnell herab, Schneller kommt Al'e!—Haeuptling und Bub' und Knapp, ...
— Faust • Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
... There was a hub-bub of greetings that lasted for several minutes, then Mrs. Todd took command of affairs in ...
— Phyllis - A Twin • Dorothy Whitehill
... going to speak to a boy whose father stole from his father? Was I going to speak to Bub, when his father accused ...
— Golden Days for Boys and Girls - Volume XIII, No. 51: November 12, 1892 • Various
... this hub bub was always to last!" a voice speaks suddenly. It is the Hon. Mr. Snivel, who looks in at the eleventh hour, as he says, to find affairs always in a fuss. "Being a man of legal knowledge-always ready to do a bit ...
— Justice in the By-Ways - A Tale of Life • F. Colburn Adams
... milk, four eggs beaten separately, the yolks to a cream and the whites to a stiff froth, one teaspoonful of grated nutmeg, the same of cinnamon and two teaspoonfuls of baking powder. The baking powder to be rubbed into the flour. Bub one quart of huckleberries well with some flour and add them last, but do not mash them. Pour into buttered pans, about an inch thick; dust the tops with sugar and bake. It is better the day ...
— The Whitehouse Cookbook (1887) - The Whole Comprising A Comprehensive Cyclopedia Of Information For - The Home • Mrs. F.L. Gillette
... tinkering his water-wheel, so the boy got his bags into a dark corner unobserved, and with a handful of mill dust gave his work the finishing touch of ripe old age. I dare say you think he took the man in, but he didn't. 'Bub,' said the miller, 'I used to do ...
— The Henchman • Mark Lee Luther
... "Say, bub," said Al, with his dreamy drawl, "is this the line of talk you've been putting out to that bunch of Indians down ...
— The Varmint • Owen Johnson
... "Yer hurt, bub?" asked a wrinkled old apple woman, turning round on her three-legged stool, and thrusting her nose inquiringly out of the folds of the old brown shawl, which ...
— Happy Days for Boys and Girls • Various
... the scales in years, bub," said Mrs. Egg equably; "not since about when you was born. Does your mamma ever wash ...
— O. Henry Memorial Award Prize Stories of 1921 • Various
... Rathdowne, Or who wouldn't also gladly hustle in Lords Roden, Bandon, Cole and Jocelyn? In short, tho' from his tenderest years, Accustomed to all sorts of Peers, Lord Belzebub much questions whether He ever yet saw mixt together As 'twere in one capacious tub. Such a mess of noble silly-bub As the twenty Peers of the Brunswick Club. 'Tis therefore impossible that Lord B. Could stoop to such society, Thinking, he owns (tho' no great prig), For one in his station 'twere infra dig. ...
— The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore • Thomas Moore et al
... see," advised the practical Bob. "I meant to give you the letter right away, and first the tart and then the blouse thing-a-bub drove it out of my mind. I'll lead the horses and you can read as we walk. Want me to take the plate back ...
— Betty Gordon at Boarding School - The Treasure of Indian Chasm • Alice Emerson
... where you can overlook a circle of some two or three miles' radius, the center being the Old Red School-house. You will see little figures picking their way along the miry roads, or ploughing through the deep drifts, cutting across the fields, all drawing to the school-house, Bub in his wammus and his cowhide boots, his cap with ear-laps, a knitted comforter about his neck, and his hands glowing in scarlet mittens; and little Sis, in a thick shawl, trudging along behind him, stepping in his tracks. They chirrup, "Good-morning, sir!" As ...
— Back Home • Eugene Wood
... "So, Bub, when you think that by breathing on your coat sleeve to kill the whisky you can fool your pa, you are wrong. Your pa in his day ate three carloads of cardamon seeds and cloves and used listerine by the barrel. He knew which was the creaky step on the stairs in his father's house ...
— In Our Town • William Allen White
... began; but here he caught sight of Widow Seth Wray's boy, and asked, "What's wanted, Bub? Corn-ball?" and turning to take that sweetmeat from the shelf behind him he added the rest in the mouth of the hollowly reverberating jar, "She's ...
— Henry James, Jr. • William Dean Howells
... Bub: sheet steel, machinery, batteries, cases of glass, and Lord knows what all. It's been going on ever since he landed there. He has a bunch of Indians working for him and he don't let a white man ...
— Astounding Stories of Super-Science February 1930 • Various
... fellow won't," cried Hiram, hotly. "He's goin' to be a great man like his father, won't you, Bub?" ...
— The Further Adventures of Quincy Adams Sawyer and Mason's Corner Folks • Charles Felton Pidgin
... reckon yer right, bub," said the other slowly. "Some one is shore liable ter git hurt. But I'd sooner see ther whole crowd hurt than have this bunch o' thieves ...
— Ted Strong's Motor Car • Edward C. Taylor
... "Come on, Bub! she means chew!" explained old man Heath kindly. Old man Heath was a veteran woodsman who had come to swamping in his old age. He knew the game thoroughly, but could never save his "stake" when Pat McGinnis, the saloon man, enticed him in. Throughout ...
— The Blazed Trail • Stewart Edward White
... the door Dale pointed a trembling finger. "See that buildin', 'Bub'—and that one yonder, and that patch over there with Andy Jackson in it? Well, I'm one of the folks that made it all—and paid for it; and you're one of my hired hands. I've got to keep so many of you down here I can't afford ...
— The Angel of Lonesome Hill • Frederick Landis
... wife been my young Missus. Dey lived at Furman. My mother mind Mr. Trowell's father. His name was Mr. Ben Trowell. I call him, Bub Ben. Bub was for brother. Dat de way we call folks den—didn't call 'em by dere names straight out. Mr. Trowell's mother we call, Muss, for Miss. Sort of a nickname. We call Mr. ...
— Slave Narratives Vol. XIV. South Carolina, Part 2 • Works Projects Administration
... enfant terrible, and quite too young to have grown into the bashfulness of adolescence; but he has some of the qualities of both these engaging periods of development, The member of the Haouse calls him "Bub," invariably, such term I take to be an abbreviation of "Beelzeb," as "bus" is the short form of "omnibus." Many eminently genteel persons, whose manners make them at home anywhere, being evidently unaware of true derivation of this word, ...
— The Poet at the Breakfast Table • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
... Custer has sprung a new one on the gadders. Bub reports that, instead of the conventional "Clerk on Duty, Mr. Rae," the card reads: ...
— The So-called Human Race • Bert Leston Taylor
... coachman, that you'll take better care, Nor for a little bub come the slang upon your fare; [9] Your jazy pays the garnish, unless the fees you tip, [10] Though you're a flashy coachman, here the gagger holds the whip, With my tow row, etc. Chorus omnes We're scamps, we're pads, we're divers, we're all upon the ...
— Musa Pedestris - Three Centuries of Canting Songs - and Slang Rhymes [1536 - 1896] • John S. Farmer
... was silent, forgetful of the hub-bub around her. It was then that her aunt called out to her, with distressing shrillness, from the carriage:— "Jinny, Jinny, how can you stand there talking to young men when our lives ...
— The Crossing • Winston Churchill
... other boys had come up; there were cries, threats, screams from the girls, shouts from the boys. All was in a dreadful hub-bub when along the road approached a young man who stood for a moment and then dashed to the scene of battle. "Here, boys, here," he cried, "what are you doing ...
— A Dear Little Girl's Thanksgiving Holidays • Amy E. Blanchard
... There was a tremendous hub-bub, during which Diggs and Watson had a great deal of difficulty in keeping their places as old and well- trained servants. They were frequently on the verge of becoming prosperous green-grocers and ...
— Mr. Bingle • George Barr McCutcheon
... you!" they chanted. Old Mr. Crow might have been a scarecrow, for all the attention they paid to him. And he did not dare open his mouth. Many others took up the cry. And a great hub-bub arose—a beating of wings, and flying up and down, and jostling. Some of the younger ones squawked like chickens; others pretended to cry like children. But most of the company cawed in their loudest tones, until the whole valley ...
— The Tale of Old Mr. Crow • Arthur Scott Bailey
... of a war-ridden country is depicted upon his grief-stricken countenance. Full of compassion for the suffering, the tender heart of the Poet melts at the sight, and in mellifluous tones he asks, "What is the matter, BUB?" ...
— Punchinello, Vol. II., No. 34, November 19, 1870 • Various
... "I say, bub, I'm glad I run away," he remarked, aside, to Herbert. "We live enough sight better than we ...
— Helping Himself • Horatio Alger
... And this was just as well, perhaps, for our minds had enough to take them up just then with all the things overlooked, chairs to fetch, plants to borrow, girls' giggling errands—and in the very midst of this eleventh-hour hub-bub, ...
— The Best Short Stories of 1920 - and the Yearbook of the American Short Story • Various
... you laugh that-a-way agin," said Bub with such deadly seriousness that Hale unconsciously broke ...
— The Trail of the Lonesome Pine • John Fox, Jr.
... noticed, that whenever the doll was newly dressed, the dear little baby would look very steadily at it, and hold out its little arms towards it; and then she would carry it to her little brother, and say to him, "Dolly,—pretty dolly,—bub ...
— Parker's Second Reader • Richard G. Parker
... who was nine and felt old enough to manage a thousand lamps. "But let me stay up—the 'Bub' may wake and want ...
— In a German Pension • Katherine Mansfield
... "Hello, bub!" said Simpkins to this Cerberus of the threshold. "Mrs. Athelstone in?" and he drew out his letter of introduction; for he had instantly decided to use it in place of a card, as being more ...
— The False Gods • George Horace Lorimer
... that "flap-jack," "molasses," "home-spun," "ice-cream" are old English; that "Bub," which used to shock London visitors to Old Philadelphia, is a bit of provincial English; and that "muss" is found in "Antony and Cleopatra." I wish I had known that when I was young; it would have saved me a bad mark for paraphrasing ...
— Confessions of a Book-Lover • Maurice Francis Egan
... he spoke a language that he called Tutnee. Yan was interested in all, but especially the last. He teased and bribed till he was admitted to the secret. It consisted in spelling every word, leaving the five vowels as they are, but doubling each consonant and putting a "u" between. Thus "b" became "bub," "d" "dud," "m" "mum," and so forth, except that "c" was "suk," "h" "hash," "x" "zux," and ...
— Two Little Savages • Ernest Thompson Seton
... fascinatingly across their cheeks, tempering their coyness with a smile; the men painfully demanded information as to artistic achievement which was evidently as well meant as it was foreign to any real thirst for knowledge they might possess; even the lumber-jacks addressed him as "Bub." And withal Dick's methods of approach were radically wrong, for he blundered upon new acquaintance with a beaming smile, which is ordinarily a sure repellent to the cautious, taciturn men of the woods. Perhaps their keenness penetrated ...
— The Forest • Stewart Edward White
... and hold meat on their noses until Wall street snaps its fingers, you will want to come out here in the mountains and live the free life of a train robber with a conscience. What do you think about it, bub?" said the ...
— Peck's Bad Boy With the Cowboys • Hon. Geo. W. Peck
... was about to say, I had this little shelter at the edge of my melon-patch. Here I was resting from my labors on a certain occasion when I heard a great hub-bub in the village, which lay about a quarter of ...
— Pellucidar • Edgar Rice Burroughs
... monkey-wrench show, you come in here and let me put up a package of those prunes to take along. They will keep in any climate, and there is nothing better for iron in the blood, such as your dad has, than prunes. Call again, bub, and we will arrange for you to write to your chum from all the places you go with your dad, and he can come in here and read the letters ...
— Peck's Bad Boy Abroad • George W. Peck |
