The year before ('76) Kingman had 37 jacks with only 502 PAs. Is that the limit?

Red and green sweaters, leather jackets, trousers that have long since lost all originality but that of the owner, so hitched and sagged and rolled up are they, gray yarn socks, and yellow moccasins—these bind about and encumber what seems to be the jolliest crowd of “Parlez-vouses” on earth.

While Nixon looked peaked throughout the debate, Kennedy looked like a poised diplomat oozing confidence.

She showed them through to the back of the shop where to his left Horton caught sight of a row of well-lit changing rooms with enough mirrors to terrorize anyone suffering from Eisoptrophobia.