Seven boys stood in a row all ages, all sizes, all yellow-haired and blue-eyed, all in full Scotch costume, and all smiling, nodding, and saying as with one voice, How are you, cousin?

The TSA has been getting a lot of ink lately.

You jumped-up, cheap, Coventry bagman, / silk-sampling, no doubt, is your biz

Our Union is very small, only two offices, but we are hopeful of the future. No discontent. All harmony. We have one office in town that is anti-Union all over; it employs a lot of fair unfair printeresses. We hope they will repent before a century expires.