The Houston newsman and all the rest of Mississippi bigotdom were worked up over an editorial that had appeared that month in The Mississippian, a campus weekly at Ole Miss.
“Sorry. Excuse me. Am I very late?”
Henrietta shrugged. They had travelled the world together on commissions for the Morning Graphic. They had been in many scrapes but the irritation she felt with him never went away. She admonished him.
“Don't tell me. You've brought that damn Morgan Aero8 sports car with you, haven't you? You've been trying to park it, keeping me waiting.”
[…] as Phœbus throws
His beams abroad, though he in clouds be clos’d,
Still glancing by them till he find oppos’d
A loose and rorid vapour that is fit
T’ event his searching beams, and useth it
To form a tender twenty-colour’d eye,
Cast in a circle round about the sky […]
The soldiers raided the village and burned it down.
