Booster-equipped 628 highballs west at Glen Lake, Minn., back in 1947.

She walked over towards me with an odd elegance, big strides, like a champion girl swimmer, say; muscled but lean, with a phocine grace.

What hast thou done, / O womanhood of France, / Mother and daughter, sister, sweetheart, wife, / What hast thou done, amid this fateful strife. // To prove the pride of thine inheritance / In this fair land of freedom and romance?

Nicely gauded cheeks.