I've got to hit the streets; I've got to move this white.

My rule is to give for winter a linsey suit, one shirt of best towelling, one hat, one pair of shoes, a good blanket, costing $2 to $2 50, every other year […]

And she nearly started a fight between two young fops in plumed hats and flouncy collars: Clay-brained coxcomb! Mewling milk-livered maggot!

Let all who love freedom, suspect, question, and combat every attempt to restrict the spread of information. Already those who thrive by the suppression of truth are showing alarm. There is talk of danger for the young in looking unafraidly at facts.