A Gabby Old Girl.
A Heart of Stone.
Alone in a Wet, Wet Ocean.
"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.
"Why Did You Tell the Truth?"
"The Trouble With You is That You Are Not Interested in Me."
Still Hacking Away at It.
The Big Shot.
Leaking.
The Enemy Country.
"Steady Pressure."
When their Ship Comes In.
The Engulfing Wave.
Nearing the Breaking Point.
Everybody's Football.
"Want a Couple of Good Seats, Mister?"
As He Would Like to Have It.
"I Think the Results Obtained in the Past Ten or Eleven Years Have Been Marvelous."