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Give us a glass of 'stark naked,' Job! This plaguey fog's well nigh choked me, said Rube, spluttering and coughing, and vituperating it.

Pat found subject and scene of his wooing unaltered, but all his specious blandishments could not induce the matured matron of 'Gi' Away Nothin' 'All' to join fortunes, though his perseverance would have delighted Bruce's spider.

Compelled? I like this idea. Like those re-education camps in Vietnam. We line all the young faglings up and force them to watch The Harvey Girls over and over and over again. And The Pirate! And Meet Me in St. Louis! And Judy singing Liza, Liza Minelli on national television to her seemingly less than thrilled but always professional daughter.