I saw the thin pencil of smoke before I smelt the heated wax. Automatically I hit the big switch. Sitting mute, I watched the faint line of smoke fade into oblivion, and with it went the hopes of this CQ Contest... The Receiver power trannie had packed up.

The Injuns get to Naturmitgefuhl by the metaphor of a family: if you don't throw the roe-plump squeteague back, that is a sort of nepoticide.

Plant or overseed with the right grass for the spot.

He wore a cream-colored linen suit of a cut and color designed expressly for garden parties, the kind of suit Tom would surely have called poncy had he seen it on another man.