I would fain ask the Regious Defenders , by what Law they can maintain Governments to be inherent in one , and to be tranſmitted to his Ofspring

Christmas toys—windup robots and air guns and painted trains—filled the front window of the five-and-ten.

The moccasin maker had a pile of deerskin on the table, waiting to be cut out.

And quit flouncing that rifle around like a swishy fag, wiggling the dressed ranks on my parade ground. Hear me, Private Driggers?