Somebody located the old reed organ we had under the box elders in the back yard and while two be-Stetsoned possemen lay on their stomachs and pumped the bellows, the sheriff poked out “Ninety Nine Years” and “The Birmingham Jail.”

Winter-blooming mahonias, or grape hollies, are catching on: Charity has fragrant yellow flowers.

She won him in a pissing contest.

The new teacher is a mere pup.