Forget Not Your Past, For In The

All Children, Except One, Grow Up.

Wendy: Sir, You Are Both Ungallant And Deficient! Peter: How Am I Deficient? Wendy: You're Just A Boy.

Times Have Changed Since A Certain Author Was Executed For Murdering His Publisher. They Say That When The Author Was On The Scaffold He Said Good-bye To The Minister And To The Reporters, And Then He Saw Some Publishers Sitting In The Front Row Below, And To Them He Did Not Say Good-bye. He Said Instead, "i'll See You Again."

In Time They Could Not Even Fly After Their Hats. Want Of Practice, They Called It; But What It Really Meant Was That They No Longer Believed.

Has It Ever Struck You That Trout Bite Best On The Sabbath? God's Critters Tempting Decent Men.