"Little Joe" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... "It's little Joe, the wrangler, he'll wrangle never more, His days with the remuda they are o'er; 'Twas a year ago last April when he rode into our camp, Just a little Texas ...
— The Texan - A Story of the Cattle Country • James B. Hendryx
... all may go as well some future day. I think it is not these early mishaps that break the constitution, but those which occur in a much later stage. She must take heart—there may yet be a round dozen of little Joe Taylors to look after—run after—to sort and switch and train up in the way they should go—that is, with a generous use of pickled birch. From whom do you think I have received a couple of notes lately? From ...
— Charlotte Bronte and Her Circle • Clement K. Shorter
... Jeannette, light, well proportioned, all nerve: a mongrel of the best sort. The match was epic. It went on for forty-two rounds and lasted three hours. At the third round, and again in the seventh, Sam Mac Vea threw Joe Jeannette, and his victory seemed assured. But little by little Joe Jeannette revived, pulled himself together, defended himself, and through sheer nerve, began to attack. At the forty-second round, shoulder to shoulder, panting, dripping wet and covered with blood they struck the last blow. ...
— Defenders of Democracy • Militia of Mercy
... back again, be yeh? I did 'ear as 'ow yeh was goin' to leave. My little Joe was that broken-'earted, an' 'e declared to me as 'ow 'e wouldn't ...
— The Doctor - A Tale Of The Rockies • Ralph Connor
... with poor little Joe in the country, and went to an inn for tea. And there was a man in the garden. I didn't know he was there till his dog and Joe started scrapping, and then he ran up to separate them. The moment I saw him—I don't know how to tell you. I just felt floored.... ...
— Anthony Lyveden • Dornford Yates
... all warmed up," observed Little Joe, so-called because of two hundred pounds of iron-hard sinew and muscle. Slim was wandering towards the door to execute his mission, but he kept his head cocked towards his prostrated friend to learn ...
— Alcatraz • Max Brand
... any fellow in the Boy's Town fifty years ago who had a good reason to run off it was Pony Baker. Pony was not his real name; it was what the boys called him, because there were so many fellows who had to be told apart, as Big Joe and Little Joe, and Big John and Little John, and Big Bill and Little Bill, that they got tired of telling boys apart that way; and after one of the boys called him Pony Baker, so that you could know him from his cousin Frank Baker, nobody ever called ...
— The Flight of Pony Baker - A Boy's Town Story • W. D. Howells |
