He Seemed To Be Made Of Sunshine

If There Ever Was An Aviary Overstocked With Jays It Is That Yaptown-on-the-hudson, Call New York. Cosmopolitan They Call It, You Bet. So's A Piece Of Fly-paper. You Listen Close When They're Buzzing And Trying To Pull Their Feet Out Of The Sticky Stuff. "little Old New York's Good Enough For Us"--that's What They Sing.

A Burglar Who Respects His Art Always Takes His Time Before Taking Anything Else.

My Advice To You, If You Should Ever Be In A Hold Up, Is To Line Up With The Cowards And Save Your Bravery For An Occasion When It May Be Of Some Benefit To You.

In Time Truth And Science And Nature Will Adapt Themselves To Art. Things Will Happen Logically, And The Villain Be Discomfited Instead Of Being Elected To The Board Of Directors. But In The Meantime Fiction Must Not Only Be Divorced From Fact, But Must Pay Alimony And Be Awarded Custody Of The Press Despatches.

There Is One Day That Is Ours. There Is One Day When All We Americans Who Are Not Self-made Go Back To The Old Home To Eat Saleratus Biscuits And Marvel How Much Nearer To The Porch The Old Pump Looks Than It Used To. Thanksgiving Day Is The One Day That Is Purely American.