Waldo

If I could draw well, I would paint pictures in "Where is Waldo?"-style, but leave out Waldo.

As Ralph Waldo Emerson puts it, "language is fossil poetry".

But first kiss me, my darlings—a long kiss, for it is good-bye—and kiss, too, your little friends, Waldo and Silva, for in this world one may hope, but one can never be as sure as one would fain be, that good-byes are not for long.

Waldo flexed and extended his fingers gently; the two pairs of waldoes in the screen followed in exact, simultaneous parallelism.

He was our first baby, born September 4, 1939, our only boy. Named Waldo after a kind of bakin powder I liked. 'Waldo's Cream Powder.'