The rough old sealer swore some terrible oaths, protesting that he would not make a monkey of himself, by appearing in this garb.

The tragedy of Gatha's sheroic journey is that the actualization of her own importance is never considered the prize of her odyssey; hence, she never recognizes the personal and historic success of her journey.

I pray you, think us friends—uncowl your face, For you seem faint, and the night-breeze blows healing.

One morning after the budget had failed to balance Finanzminister von Scholz picked up Der Reichsanzeiger and found he had been broken to sergeant.