Only once did he fling out and bestow an unmerited blow on the pork-barrel.
So it was that my wife said: "Felix, you will have to go to the pork-barrel."
The Deacon stared, but said he had taken it from his pork-barrel.
I needed the money, and I put my hook into the pork-barrel,—that is, I trusted the Public.
You could see his ribs as plainly as the hoops on a pork-barrel.