They looked as if they had been sacked by bum-bailiffs.

It turned out that he had taken to usin' the barrels for bottles to hold things in, but he forgot to draw the charges, so sure enough I had fired a charge o' bum-bees an' beetles an' small shot into the buffalo!

till they fell, at last, into an indistinguishable jumble and clamor, from which extricated themselves now and again and prevailed, the choruses of "Upidee," and "Bum-bum-bye," with an occasional drum-beat of emphasis given upon the door.

Women are bum newspaper men.

Some rags and a bum clock.

"Gee, but that Chicago is a bum town, and yet in Emporia they look upon it as a Mecca of pleasure.

I don't want no street-bum freshness from you!"

"But between you and me," grumbled the big man, "it looked from the first like a bum game, Fatty.

When he finished Leverage slammed his hand on the arm of his chair "Gerald Lawrence, or I'm a bum guesser," he stated positively.

Me and Wilbur are now in the city of fogs and take it from me, it's a bum habitation for even a dog.

It's bum harmony at that, so I go upstairs to take a nap.

When he was about the range most usually he was the quietest man I ever sat opposite to barrin' oneand that was a feller that went west with a bum heart at the chuck table!

But I'd make a bum husband.

You're a bum loser.

"Say, but you're a bum lot!"

"Sometime during the morning I climbed one of those bum mounds they call couronnes to see if I could sight any place to get food and drink, preferably drink.

"That was a bum play," he said solemnly to Mac Strann.

Skim was deeply mortified that Peggy's "bum pome" had been accepted and his own masterly composition "turned down cold."

" "She may be a good chorus girl, but she certainly is a bum racer.

"You're a bum reporter, my boy."

The allusion is to the bum-rolls,stuffed cushions worn by women to make their petticoats swell out.

"I member when they fit here a bum shell fell right in the yard.

"Slim, here, had been saying maybe it was my bum shooting and not the bad luck the stallion put on my rifle that made me miss.

"I says to him, 'What license you got to give a lady a bum steer like that?

"Your swindling client traded some bum stock in a fake corporation for Bloom's stock, which he received for bona fide services" "Like Elderberry's?" inquired Tutt innocently.