Jack Lord: the spoils of labor [sic] day: Will mail a cupet of a "Devil-Fish" to any address upon receipt of 25 cents.
Jack Lord: the spoils of labor [sic] day: for Ice Nine ~ buttons, bilge manifolds, widgets, gizmos, dohickeys, doodads, and thigamajigs
Jack Lord: the spoils of labor [sic] day: Little Penguin charming and approachable
Jack Lord: the spoils of labor [sic] day: refresh the parts other pancakes can't reach
Jack Lord: the spoils of labor [sic] day: an object at rest tends to yada yada yada
Jack Lord: the spoils of labor [sic] day: matchless in volume and quality of tone and surpassing facility of action
Jack Lord: the spoils of labor [sic] day: try it, sold by grocers
Jack Lord: the spoils of labor [sic] day: Psychology regards all symptoms to be expressing the right thing in the wrong way.
Jack Lord: the spoils of labor [sic] day: ONE PRICE - NO DEVIATION, The Price is marked on all the Goods in Plain Figures.
Jack Lord: the spoils of labor [sic] day: good to the last loplop
Jack Lord: the spoils of labor [sic] day: What is it that changed Miss Flora M'Flimsey from a frivolous girl into a sensible woman?
Jack Lord: the spoils of labor [sic] day: hand-built by robots
Jack Lord: the spoils of labor [sic] day: the pause that refreshes