Everywhere Outside New York City Is Bridgeport,

The First Time I Sang In The Church Choir; Two Hundred People Changed Their Religion.

Hush, Little Bright Line, Don’t You Cry You’ll Be A Cliché By And By.

After Quitting Radio I Was Able To Live On The Money I Saved On Aspirins.

My Agent Gets 10 Percent Of Everything I Get, Except The Blinding Headaches.

If Criticism Had Any Power To Harm, The Skunk Would Be Extinct By Now.