'Fugg me stiff! Fugg me gently! Fugg me sideways!'

In my aught.

This was the kind of operator who would tell you to be there at nine sharp and if you weren't sitting quietly with a pleased smile on your pan when he floated in two hours later on a double Gibson, he would have a paroxysm of outraged executive ability […].

We confess our inability to dod justice to a theme so mighty; but if our pen is inadequate to the eulogia, our humble attempt will at least prove, that our heart is not insensible to the excellencies of […]