He prised a skep from its stool and held it out, inverted, showing the dirty wreck of combs, with the vile grubs spinning their cocoons.

My oath, he said, here's a man got his goolie chit. And I left mine behind. How fat can you get? I've got mine, said Ward quietly, tapping his pocket. It's not your goolies I'm worried about, said Curnow.

Coordinate term: Gen-Zer

Miss Phyllis Morgan, as the hapless heroine dressed in the shabbiest of clothes, appears in the midst of a gay and giddy throng; she apostrophises all and sundry there, including the villain, and has a magnificent scene which always brings down the house, and nightly adds to her histrionic laurels.