It's just that whenever I screw up, you're always in the front row.

Paret trash-talked Griffith. Paret called him queer.

In short, the worker-safety, anticastration campaign is based on an assumption about working-class taste and about the legibility of images.

I don't know how you and the 'head,' as you call him, will get on, but I do know that if you call my duds a 'livery' again there'll be trouble. It's bad enough to go around togged out like a life saver on a drill day, but I can stand that 'cause I'm paid for it. What I won't stand is to have them togs called a livery.