A good duck call is a necessity (the siren variety has served me best), and if one picks and tries among the bone' whistles sold for snipe, he will come upon one with just the right pitch of snipiness for yellowlegs and black-bellies.

Great Tuscane dames, as she their towns past by, / Wisht her their daughter-in-law, but frustrately.

The court was all astir and a-buzz, when the black sheep—whom many fell away from in dread—pressed him into an obscure corner among the crowd.

Shepard concluded: ". . . he puts it over as show business, tinkling the piano, puckering and mugging as he goes and making the generation gap seem little more than a puddle jump.