A Gabby Old Girl.

Alone in a Wet, Wet Ocean.

A Heart of Stone.

"One Doesn't Have to be a Radical to Subscribe to That."

Though I Speak with the Tongues of Men and of Angels, but Have Not Charity, I Have Become Sounding Brass or a Clanging Cymbal.

The Interests Give a Dinner.

Leaking.

The Big Shot.

The Enemy Country.

"Steady Pressure."

The Engulfing Wave.

Nearing the Breaking Point.

Everybody's Football.

"The Trouble With You is That You Are Not Interested in Me."

"Why Did You Tell the Truth?"

Still Hacking Away at It.

"Want a Couple of Good Seats, Mister?"

When their Ship Comes In.

As He Would Like to Have It.

"Now Go Out and Fight 'Em."