Harding wins, Scattering second; Cox also ran: slogan: "He Kept Us Out of McAdoo." Manhattan Island, from whence the rest of the country derives its panics, its jazz tremblors and its girl shows, develops a severe sinking sensation in the pit of its financial stomach, accompanied by acute darting pains at the juncture of Broad and Wall.

This is the way Thomas Carlyle used to start off a new chapter, and I like it.

It denotes erudition.

Ziegfeld builds a new Follies show around twelve pairs of winsome knee joints.
North Dakota blows down the Nonpartisan League and discovers that darned thing was loaded in both barrels.

The Prussians are pained to note that for some reason or other a number of people seem to harbor a grudge against them.