With this once long lance, now wildly elbowed, fifty years ago did Nathan Swain kill fifteen whales between a sunrise and a sunset.

The districtwide spelling bee had contestants from every middle school in the district.

'It's just as well to know,' intoned Sid, selecting quite studiedly a banana, his fingers darting back for a bunchlet of grapes.

The ‘young England’ poets, Dobell, Bulwer, Swinburne, Morris and Rosatti, seem to have effected an arrangement by which whatever any one of them writes the others shall criticise; and the quantity of hysterical admiration and puelline raising of hands and eyes and waving of applausive cambric that has already resulted from this camaraderie is really surprising, not to say alarming.