'French ain't a hurtin' me,' says I, 'it's my English, I guess their French is mostly like that Pasadena woman's Herman's wife was a tellin' me about. Herself an' all her friends thought she was a fine French languagist, an' when she went into a restaurant in Paris the only way she could make the French waiter understand she wanted bread an' butter was a pintin' to it, an' then pintin' to her mouth.'

Light-headed we cat-and-moused, throttled down and sped up, weaving figure eights until ten miles from Biarritz, when we learned that even a Lightning Rocket is mortal.

Thus we find the bishops in the primitive church indicting of fasts , proclaiming assemblies , calling synods , gathering synaxes

And let you spend this first Christmas on your two legs in a city? he demanded. Well, I guess not! Nosireebob!