I’m sippin’ on some chanate [coffee] right now.

American commercial aviation stands at the threshold of the jet age. That it will make the transition is now a settled issue, and the one remaining question is when.

But Wales somehow snaffled possession for fly-half Jones to send half-back partner Mike Phillips haring away with Stoddart in support.

“Who’s Mike Dunham?” / “Me,” he said calmly. “You see, I’m a painter—or will be one of these days. Probably after I’m dead. But I can’t wait till then to enjoy it. So I figure a little prehumous appreciation of the fact is in order.”