I have some strip left over after fitting out the kitchen.

Please watch my suitcase for a minute.

Daniel Boone's sharpshooting earned him a place in the annals of the American west.

This British peculiarity, this psychopathic abhorrence for open spaces in fanzines, has been remarked on by many people but until this moment nobody has explained the real reason for it. It is not meanness, nor the high cost of paper, nor any obvious cause like that. It is simply that every British faned walks in the shadow of fear, knowing himself to be a hunted man, a law-breaker, an enemy of society. He is the victim of a guilt complex that compels him to shun the free wide spaces beloved of US faneds and to crowd his materiel into a confined space as if huddling together for protection.