Gadder Roy, who is toiling over the pitcher-and-bowl circuit, wishes that some poet would do a lyric on that salvation of the traveler, Ham and Eggs.
"The So-called Human Race"
Bert Leston Taylor
Well, old Fifth Avenue Gadder!
"The Call of the Canyon"
Zane Grey
You have not met with a youth of a rude disposition, with a weak understanding, headstrong, a Gadder, who would be constantly changing his situations and inclinations, sleeping every night in a new place, and every day forming some new intimacy.
"Flowers from a Persian Garden and Other Papers"
W. A. Clouston