In dozens of separate 'whirlpooling' incidents, groups of teenage boys surrounded a girl in the water, tore off her swimsuit top and then grabbed her breasts.

[…] we’re league champions in basketball and our square-dance team is state runner-up and we have a swell sock hop every Wednesday.

We rode five farsakhs today, sustained by a single bowl of curds and tortured by the wooden saddles.

“A tight little craft,” was Austin’s invariable comment on the matron;[…]. ¶ Near her wandered her husband, orientally bland, invariably affable, and from time to time squinting sideways, as usual, in the ever-renewed expectation that he might catch a glimpse of his stiff, retroussé moustache.