The characters of public men are correctly estimated; snobs are laughed at; and the society woman who seeks to bribe the press with she cajolery of a smile is a familiar joke.

Of course this is not wholly a harmonious body, for keen intelligence is never in smooth accord with itself.

To the "kicker" is given the right to "kick," and keen is the enjoyment of this privilege.

Every directory is the worst; every officer neglects his duty.
Literary societies know but little of this club, for literary societies despise the affairs of the real worker--they are interested in the bladdery essay written by the fashionable ass.
Henry was shown into a large room, brightly carpeted and hung with portraits.

On a leather lounge a man lay asleep; at a round table a man sat, solemnly playing solitaire; and in one corner of the apartment sat several men, discussing an outrageous clause in the constitution that Henry had just signed.