I have no idea, the young woman said, checking over the scraggly illegible signature the mystery woman had left her in her autograph book.

A roundrobin challenge allowed me to use this Hawaiian appliqué as a centerpiece.

A few hundred yards above these savage jaws was the town-site. A ribbon of irrigably level land a few rods wide, threaded by a sparkling rivulet, hemmed with glistening cliffs of white pumice-stone fifteen hundred feet tall, murmurous with stately pines and shivering aspens […]

He irons his clothes how?! That's crazy! Well, I guess it takes all kinds to make a world.