In the autumn there was a row at some cement works about the unskilled labour men. A union had just been started for them and all but a few joined. One of these blacklegs was laid for by a picket and knocked out of time.

She looked around in bewilderment.

The girls swooned at the picture of their favorite actor.

I'm not a fan of the new Simpsons episodes, but the old reruns have me in stitches, although I've seen them countless times.