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

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

[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.