The macaw was perched on Jim's shoulder.

It was a syphilitic who lived alone in the shanty between the hole and the railroad yard, coming up to the street only to beg money for food and disinfectant with which to soak his rags.

A simple rap on the forehead with a fist hard as iron and their Fishy-Fish blacksmith would down for the count.

There are seven Kilkenny players inside the large parallelogram and only two from Tipperary. Yet Tipp have scored a goal.