Historic Omaha suburb

Usage examples of boys.

The notoriety gives them a clientele that is the envy of the empire, and the usual mix was present: Bonzes and Tao-shih swapped filthy stories with burglars and cutthroats, and eminent artists and poets flirted with pretty girls and boys while high government officials played cards with the pimps.

Now, that is grand stuff, just the thing to give to growing boys, and then we were old enough to read the greatest of all historians.

There I saw the family tablets, and I shuddered to think of small boys being led in here to pray, with grim lectures about the curse the family carried.

I was not hearing the wonderful sound but feeling it in the pulse of a piece of clay, and then I was in my old classroom in the monastery and a bunch of boys were looking at me with eyes like owls and I was desperately trying to explain something very important.

I had the sacks and sticks and lanterns ready, and while we caught toads and lanternflies she told me that it was a good thing we were getting Moon Boy out of there because the soft life was causing him to lose his voice, particularly in the high registers, and unless he could find some pretty boys who would give him a good run across the hills he was going to be nothing but the best, as opposed to being supernatural.

The boys, I saw with surprise, were marching behind the old man with the precision of the Imperial Guard.

The boys collapsed on the grass, rolling around and pummeling each other and howling with laughter.

The boys begged to stay with Master Li and continue their lives of crime, but he advised them to remain in school and study hard so they could mastermind the mobs when they descended into depravity.

Blacksmiths are surrounded by boys as flowers are surrounded by bees, so I decided to lend the village smith a hand.

After I had lifted the anvil a few times and bent a few iron bars in my hands I had all the boys I needed, and within two days I was able to race into the library at the monastery.

Only Master Li would have tossed in loaded dice and beautiful dancing girls, and the boys sat in reverent silence while they absorbed it.

Centuries ago the boys who found the cave realized that if they chose as their hero a skeleton with a spearhead inside the crushed rib cage, it would be a hero who had somehow failed.

Tsing was the name of the dear old assistant abbot in the monastery near my village, who taught the village boys when they finished working in the fields.

I hope the cave of Wolf survived, because the boys should get to work on it at once.

Yet there are men still living, and boys who have grown to manhood, scores of them, who toiled for years in the black dust breathed out from its throats of iron, and listened to the thunder of its grinding jaws from dawn to dark of many and many a day.