A Woman's Mind Is Cleaner Than A

I Sometimes Think The Pussy-willows Grey Are Angel Kittens Who Have Lost Their Way, And Every Bulrush On The River Bank A Cat-tail From Some Lovely Cat Astray.

My Wife Has A Whim Of Iron.

Song Is The Licensed Medium For Bawling In Public Things Too Silly Or Sacred To Be Uttered In Ordinary Speech.

When I Go Abroad I Always Sail From Boston Because It Is Such A Pleasant Place To Get Away From.

Tact Is To Lie About Others As You Would Have Them Lie About You.