Be strong! the wind to the shorn lamb is tempered; The way, though weary, teacheth to repose ; Life, though with bitter memories hampered, Will yet outblossom as the summer rose."

In a desperate attempt to impress Laura, Bart begins bathing and sashaying about in a smoking jacket while sucking thoughtfully on a bubble pipe as part of his new pint-sized Hef persona.

But the young gentleman […] walked down the dark side of the street in peals of laughter, making, ever and anon, little breathless remarks to himself, which his colleague could not hear, but which seemed to have the effect of setting him off again into new hemi-demi-semiquavers and roars of laughter […]

And then all hundred and one of us trooped across the grass and onto the platform and got our diplomas from Mr. Halvorson, the superintendent of schools, and he said my name into the microphone―Tollefson, John Olaf―and there is was, the terrible secret of my middle name, revealed, and I slunk back to my seat and people whispered, 'Hey, Ole.'