After the first son had been properly named after the grandfather, the second caught the brunt of her few impulses, being named Tristan, gleaned from medieval lore from her years at Wellesley.

When SGT Mclntyre Jr., loader, and SP4 Bologna, driver, had to leave to outprocess, SP4 Humphrey and SP4 Kemp were substituted as driver and loader and the crew went on to finish a perfect run, according to the company commander.

He had a brown hat on his head, and a dirty belcher handkerchief round his neck: with the long frayed ends of which he smeared the beer from his face as he spoke.

The universe is finished; the copestone is on, and the chips were carted off a million years ago. Poor Lazarus there, chattering his teeth against the curbstone for his pillow, and shaking off his tatters with his shiverings, he might plug up both ears with rags, and put a corn-cob into his mouth, and yet that would not keep out the tempestuous Euroclydon.