VVhat gad flye tickles ſo this Macrinus, / That up flinging thy taile, he breakes thus from me.

If the marrow in one's backbone should melt, it would be sartin to run out at the tip of one's tail.

[N]o drunkard (i.e.) no Habituall, Impenitent drunkard, ſhall come into Gods Kingdome.

Thanks largely to Straus's navy-era media connections, names such as Stalin and Eisenhower had begun to grace the young list—albeit largely in photo-heavy as-told-tos and diary excerpts.