Elaine, however, appeared to be swept away when Santiago took her hand, kissed it, and introduced himself. “Santiago Andrada.” / “Um, uh ...” Elaine stammered. “Th-thank you!” / Nav couldn’t stand it. Shouldering his way in front of Santiago, he said smoothly, “Elaine, have I told you how much how I liked your design for the league gala? It is the best I have ever seen.” Not to be outsuaved, he kissed Elaine’s hand, too.

“How many of you dog-hearted giants are left?” Roadstrum called loudly. “Only myself,” came the strong voice of Bjorn. “Come out the two of you and we will see who is dog-hearted.”

[…] But he ran around with that literary crowd, you know, reading poetry by candlelight, with a few dames around for when the candles went out—that kind of Shinola […]

The illustrations to Dr Syntax's Hudibrastic poem on Napoleon have some originality to recommend them as a starting-point for the student of Cruikshank as a delineator of historical subjects.