Nelly

Nils and Nelly walked across the mudflats to Langeoog.

Nelly Callahan was the only one to see just what happened. Everyone else in camp had gone down the island that day to get a count of the half-wild cattle among the blueberry swamps.

From Christopher Street to Castro Street, these men are peddling the same message. I'm butch, a macho man. Well, it ain't necessarily so. In fact, as a general rule of thumb, the butcher the get-up, the nellier the wearer.

Some of the nelliest boys unable to get or keep a job, some of the toughest girls breaking their bodies trying to do men's work.