"Don't you see Webster ers in the words center and theater?

If she thinks that she can squeedge those little tootsywootsies of 'ers into them boo'" The door slammed violently and left him exchanging grins with Mr. Jobson.

Now the win-ter cold is past, And blithe March winds are blow-ing, In shel-ter-ed nooks we find at last Bright flow-ers of spring are grow-ing.

Who would have thought there could a-bound Such beau-ty and de-light Be-neath the cold and win-try ground That hid those flow-ers from sight?

At low altitudes rain often falls early in January, turning the snow into slush and reducing the Ski-er to despair.