By Working Faithfully Eight Hours A Day

I Dwell With A Strangely Aching Heart In That Vanished Abode There Far Apart

The Afternoon Knows What The Morning Never Suspected.

Summoning Artists To Participate In The August Occasions Of The State Seems Something Artists Ought To Celebrate. Today Is For My Cause A Day Of Days.

Nobody Was Ever Meant, To Remember Or Invent, What He Did With Every Cent.

Take Care To Sell Your Horse Before He Dies. The Art Of Life Is Passing Losses On.