He had drunk more than was fit for him, and he was singing some light song, when he saw approaching, as he said, the pale horse mentioned in the Revelation, with Death seated as the rider.

A man got up in all the outward trappings of a gentleman: an extensive display of snowy linen, unimpeachable tailoring, ganté, botté, in perfection; nothing overdone.

The first pilot to get down to this bingo fuel state would call, “Banjo 4, bingo fuel,” or whatever.

Every time he performed the trick people would fall about laughing.