All Of Us Have To Be Prevaricators,

It's Said That Love Makes The World Go Around. Let Me Tell You, The Announcement Lacks Verification. It's The Wind From The Dinner Horn That Does It.

You Can't Appreciate Home Till You've Left It, Money Till It's Spent, Your Wife Till She's Joined A Woman's Club, Nor Old Glory Till You See It Hanging On A Broomstick On The Shanty Of A Consul In A Foreign Town.

We May Achieve Climate, But Weather Is Thrust Upon Us.

But How Is It Now? All We Get Is Orders; And The Laws Go Out Of The State. Them Legislators Set Up There At Austin And Don't Do Nothing But Makes Laws Against Kerosene Oil And Schoolbooks Being Brought Into The State. I Reckon They Was Afraid Some Man Would Go Home Some Evening After Work And Light Up And Get An Education And Go To Work And Make Laws To Repeal Aforesaid Laws.

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.