Beware Of Advice-even This.

We Had Two Grand Antique Professors Who Had Been Teaching At Lombard Since Before I Was Born.

Poetry Is A Fossil Rock-print Of A Fin And A Wing, With An Illegible Oath Between.

Where Was I Going? I Puzzled And Wondered About It Til I Actually Enjoyed The Puzzlement And Wondering.

To Be A Good Loser Is To Learn How To Win.

I Remember The Chillicothe Ballplayers Grappling The Long Island Ball Players In A Sixteen-inning Game Ended By Darkness. And The Shoulders Of The Chillicothe Players Were A Red Smoke Against The Sundown And The Shoulders Of The Rock Island Players Were A Yellow Smoke Against The Sundown. And The Umpire's Voice Was Hoarse Calling Balls And Strikes And Outs And The Umpire's Throat Fought In The Dust For A Song.