A Gabby Old Girl.
A Heart of Stone.
"One Doesn't Have to be a Radical to Subscribe to That."
The Interests Give a Dinner.
Though I Speak with the Tongues of Men and of Angels, but Have Not Charity, I Have Become Sounding Brass or a Clanging Cymbal.
Alone in a Wet, Wet Ocean.
"The Trouble With You is That You Are Not Interested in Me."
"Why Did You Tell the Truth?"
Still Hacking Away at It.
The Big Shot.
Leaking.
The Enemy Country.
"Steady Pressure."
When their Ship Comes In.
As He Would Like to Have It.
The Engulfing Wave.
Nearing the Breaking Point.
Everybody's Football.
"I Think the Results Obtained in the Past Ten or Eleven Years Have Been Marvelous."
"Want a Couple of Good Seats, Mister?"