A Gabby Old Girl.

Alone in a Wet, Wet Ocean.

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

A Heart of Stone.

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.

The Engulfing Wave.

Everybody's Football.

Nearing the Breaking Point.

Still Hacking Away at It.

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

"Why Did You Tell the Truth?"

Leaking.

The Big Shot.

The Enemy Country.

"Steady Pressure."

"Want a Couple of Good Seats, Mister?"

When their Ship Comes In.

As He Would Like to Have It.

"I Think the Results Obtained in the Past Ten or Eleven Years Have Been Marvelous."