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These Are The Saddest Of Possible Words, Tinker-to-evers-to-chance. Trio Of Bear Cubs Fleeter Than Birds, Tinker-to-evers-to-chance. Ruthlessly Pricking Our Gonfalon Bubble, Making A Giant Hit Into A Double, Words That Are Weighty With Nothing But Trouble, Tinker-to-evers-to-chance. This Brief Poem, Immortalized The Chicago Cubs' Double-play Combination: Shortstop Joe Tinker, Second Baseman Johnny Evers, And First Baseman Frank Chance.

Nothing Is More Responsible For The Good Old Days Than A Bad Memory.

Prohibition Is An Awful Flop. We Like It. It Can't Stop What It's Meant To Stop. We Like It. It's Left A Trail Of Graft And Slime It Don't Prohibit Worth A Dime It's Filled Our Land With Vice And Crime, Nevertheless, We're For It.

As We See Censorship It Is A Stupid Giant Traffic Policeman Answering "yes" To "am I My Brother's Copper?" He Guards A One-way Street And His Semaphore Has Four Signs, All Marked "stop.

An Extravagance Is Something You Buy Which Is No Earthly Use To Your Wife.