Restless, shifting, fugacious as time itself is a certain vast bulk of the population of the red brick district of the lower West Side. Homeless, they have a hundred homes.

From the top of the hill you get a good viewpoint of the town.

What am I supposed to do with this neolithic piece of machinery?

On a point of order, Miss Fookes. Is it in order for my hon. Friend to use a Colemanballs in this Committee?