East Is East, And West Is San

It Couldn't Have Happened Anywhere But In Little Old New York.

She Had Become So Thoroughly Annealed Into His Life That She Was Like The Air He Breathed--necessary But Scarcely Noticed.

There Is No Well Defined Boundary Line Between Honesty And Dishonesty. The Frontiers Of One Blend With The Outside Limits Of The Other, And He Who Attempts To Tread This Dangerous Ground May Be Sometimes In The One Domain And Sometimes In The Other.

You'd Think New York People Was All Wise; But No, They Can't Get A Chance To Learn. Every Thing's Too Compressed. Even The Hayseeds Are Bailed Hayseeds. But What Else Can You Expect From A Town That's Shut Off From The World By The Ocean On One Side And New Jersey On The Other?

A Holiday In A New Dress—can Earth Offer Anything More Enchanting?