... his knees half the time, you cannot see them often. Garbage is in somewhat the same class as Mr. Thomas. Both are ugly, although Garbage is the worst offender. Tommy is quiet most of the time, but Garbage firmly believes it absolutely necessary to keep up ...

... (down Minehead way) who is horrified by her young Airedale's development of a taste for scavenging for the picking up and devouring of garbage. It is not logical to expect the well-bred Dog to be more immune than the cur from such apparent perversities; ...

... placed on the counter. The nut looked at it with satisfaction. Ah, he murmured happily, that looks fine. He reached over, picked up the pepper shaker, and sprinkled a liberal dose of pepper into the coffee. Then he grabbed the salt shaker and repeated ...

... Avalon, the capital of the island. They are exceedingly tame, and some of the older birds will allow one of the fishermen to pick them up and caress them. Every after- noon they take up their quarters on the beach, and wait for the rejectmenta of the fishing ...

... traditions of a city which, unlike the ruck of cities, spends its money not on gold caskets but garbage- vans. That magnificent fleet of huge creamy- yellow motor garbage-vans which is the apple of every Westminster citizen's eye moved us once, when we were a ...

... music. His very entree en mati&re is a stirring serenade echoing down a Vene tian canal. The singer? A dustman filling his garbage boat 1 Thus can a mantle of romance be flung over an un savoury profession. With this keynote in mind, we follow the fortunes ...

... mend shoes both for himself and their family, or beat and knock hemp or flax, or pick and stamp apples or crabs for cider or vinegar, or else grind malt on the querns,* pick candle ruches, or do some husbandly office till it be fully eight o'clock. Then ...

... Thirteen to muck, is it not, James all built by our ignorant mediaeval fore fathers, who walked on all fours and lived on garbage, as every child knows is about half a dozen, and at their head we set personally the exquisite little fourteenth-century bridge ...

... well: bred girls darted an icy look and bent their heads over the garbage on their plates like offended swans. Decent chaps with glassy eyes stared through him into vacancy and picked up a fresh forkful of clinkers. A cloud of hate grew and hung over ...

... bright red scar as from a knife wound. I started back. It was the Marquise my gentle, mysterious, tragic Marquise, picking over the garbage in true economical French fashion for fear the servants should have thrown away a possible salad leaf. I could scarcely ...

... steamers, men with no ship at all, the pariah dogs of a hundred ports. I was making my way along the Pedro de Mendoza, a garbage-littered thoroughfare that skirts the Darsena Sud, when he stopped me. Give us a light. I looked him over. His hands were ...

... grain they have bought is being ground. As I believe I told you, I'd the only roller mill between the Rivers, so natur ally the pick of the custom came to me, and I got the early cream of what was due to happen next. There's one thing about the East you can ...