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No Friendship Is An Accident.

[a]ll Of Life, As We Know It, Moves In Little, Unavailing Circles. More Justly Than To Anything Else, It Can Be Likened To The Game Of Baseball. Crack! We Hit The Ball, And Away We Go. If We Earn A Run (in Life We Call It Success) We Get Back To The Home Plate And Sit Upon A Bench. If We Are Thrown Out, We Walk Back To The Home Plate -- And Sit Upon A Bench.

Beauty Is Nature In Perfection; Circularity Is Its Chief Attribute. Behold The Full Moon, The Enchanting Golf Ball, The Domes Of Splendid Temples, The Huckleberry Pie, The Wedding Ring, The Circus Ring, The Ring For The Waiter, And The "round" Of Drinks.

If There Ever Was An Aviary Overstocked With Jays It Is That Yaptown-on-the-hudson, Call New York. Cosmopolitan They Call It, You Bet. So's A Piece Of Fly-paper. You Listen Close When They're Buzzing And Trying To Pull Their Feet Out Of The Sticky Stuff. "little Old New York's Good Enough For Us"--that's What They Sing.

Women's Weapon, Water-drops.