We need newspapers. Otherwise, how would the listener whose radio goes dead in the thick of a raid from Mars get the final results?
So closely do the newer radios resemble the familiar airtight stove, a westerner turned the damper down Sunday night and got Winnipeg.
Why the losing candidate must eat crow we never knew, as there should be red herring for all left over from a campaign like this, The president is irked, and rightly so, at al-lusians to the "dream" cottage at Hyde Park, Life is real, life is earnest in a house with only one clothes: closet, "The tumult and the shouting dies," sang Kipling—and the new theory is that "dies" isn't a grammatical blunder, but could be a Texas congressman.
For the driver who speeds to an oil station when the gas is low, there is a soul mate in Kansas who is hurrying to finish a knitted sweater before the yarn runs out.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.