Then there came a reg'lar terror of a sou'wester same as you don't get one summer in a thousand, and blowed the shanty flat and ripped about half of the weir poles out of the sand. We spent consider'ble money getting 'em reset, and then a swordfish got into the pound and tore the nets all to slathers, right in the middle of the squiteague season.

I know I speak for every American when I say to him today, we are all Georgians.

Coordinate term: pilaster

And I purpose this night to sacre you all with the Holy Incense.