They wanted a lesson, and they would get it; but it would take three months at least to bring them to heel.

An American paper, is summarising the value of ensilage, says that twenty years' experience in the use of the silo has brought out some facts about which all are agreed.

The Americanitos training nights had usually amounted to little more than a kickaround, with everyone crowded around one goal trying to beat the keeper […]

The question becomes why certain settings in music, and a certain playing of simple against more complex lyrics, can remake debased language and restore the innocence of emotional expression. (Opera singers know this, in the ariose transformations of Un bel dì [One fine day] or O mio babbino caro [Oh my dear papa]. But then opera criticism, too, has a long-standing problem with lyrics.)