On Decoration Day, 1908, they were playing football, and after the game they went into the kitchen, procured large butcher knives, and came out to cut the "sheenies" up.

Those 'Parisian' sheenies can stay out if they want for all me.

I gave them Warfield, then; I was always good at taking off the sheenies in the alley behind the Cruelty—remember?

But to-morrow the hanger-on Nozdrunov will yell that it's necessary to string up all the socialists, to beat up all the students and massacre all the sheenies, who partake of communion in Christian blood.

I never saw in all my life at sea as many sheenies as are on board the Elsinore right now.