Ham on Wry

EYES FIGURE PROMINENTLY too in this story from R. M., Suitland, Md., who writes, "One evening I knocked on Jim's door to see about going to a meeting. Jim stood there, swaying back and forth. His sandy hair stood up on end. His pants drooped down over his undershorts. His face was red, and his eyes were bloodshot and watery. I said abruptly, 'Jim, you're drunk.'