jack-a-dandy

ROME — What does it take for a Hollywood A-lister to get a private audience with Pope Francis?

Yes, Byrd—dead four-and-a-half years now—was a Kleagle in the Ku Klux Klan.

By the time it concluded with a sing-a-long of “XO,” Beyoncé had done the rare thing.

Starting in the 1970s, then MPAA president Jack Valenti began what was to become a decades-long fight against the quota system.

In another year, stories about the strange new face of an A-list actress might draw chortles and cackles.

Now-a-days it is the bankrupt who flouts, and his too confiding creditors who are jeered and laughed at.

Strathland would bundle me out in ten minutes if anything happened to Jack.

He felt himself the meanest, vilest thing a-crawl upon this sinful earth, and she—dear God!

All that scientific bric-a-brac in the cupboard had far better be thrown away.

She is immensely rich, one of the ablest political women in London, and Jack is desperately in love with her.