I wear a suit, but most of the time I'm faceless.

You might use me to make your bets less risky, or make a maze with me if you're feeling tricky, finally when mixed with a hog you'll find the result quite prickly. What am I?

One type of me marks the best one can be, another is a way to remember. There's also the one where a sharp thing will run, for sounds to soothe your temper.

I'm handsome, a looker, get your soup from me with a spoon. I catch waves, like radio, and spill gossip too soon.

I lose my wheels at a certain time of night, but find my smile at a certain time of year. When my name is Jack, I’m a symbol of fright and fear.