Several framesful of old patent medicine and revenue stamps bore out the date on the sign.

[…]our catholicity must be ordered and rational, not heterogene and miscellaneous.

A café called Faema was on the northwest corner. We went in and ordered two cafés au lait plus a plate of biscotti.

There was no secret in Genoa about the destination of the little tramp with the peculiar equipment of lifeboats and davits—two whacking great motor boats each as big as a Navy pinnace, each with a couple of hundred horse-power in her.