Fantasia, the guy who ran the circuit, was the biggest cocksmith in the world. He finally got arrested for molesting some chorus girl in her dressing room.

They were interrupted by the loud guffaws and table slapping at the next booth, one coneheaded bald man with a pyramid of maple cream doughnuts, the other with a Godzilla hunk of coffee cake.

[…] 181 yds. yellow satin, at 8s., for bordering the 4 gentlemen's bards and bases; 3 yds. crimson satin, at 9s., for lining a headpiece, a pasguard, a main de fer and 2 gauntlets; 1 yd. white sarsnet, for girdles, 3s.

The dream-children whom I would now raise, if I could, before every one of you, according to your various circumstances, should be the dear child you love, the dearer child you have lost, the child you might have had, the child you certainly have been. Each of these dream-children should hold in its powerful hand one of the little children now lying in the Child’s Hospital, or now shut out of it to perish. Each of these dream-children should say to you, “O, help this little suppliant in my name; O, help it for my sake!”