A family we knew had one of those “Papa's-sister” Aunts who took it upon herself to be a corrector of manners not only for her own nieces but for young Canadians in general.

He's got a cannon out in right.

I notice that when I move through the world at this pace, I tend to do what a friend calls “wearing my grumpy pants.”

Suggest a dinner-pill or a seidlitz powder, and his face is convulsed with a fanatical pharmacophobia!