You got married? Good for you!

The palate is the roof of the mouth.

By every kind of wigwag and smoke signal in the language of diplomacy, the Administration seemed to be trying last week to tell Chinese Communist Boss Mao Tse-tung that he had nothing to worry about from the U.S.

“Jim, we'll jist ha' a dash-an-darras.” “No, Voord, 't'll mak' en auver dairous, I want ha' Nelly dered.”