It Is A Sobering Thought That When

Soon We'll Be Out Amid The Cold World's Strife. Soon We'll Be Sliding Down The Razor Blade Of Life. But As We Go Our Sordid Sep'rate Ways, We Shall Ne'er Forget Thee, Thou Golden College Days. Hearts Full Of Youth, Hearts Full Of Truth, Six Parts Gin To One Part Vermouth.

On Christmas Day You Can't Get Sore, Your Fellow Man You Must Adore. There's Time To Cheat Him All The More The Other Three Hundred And Sixty-four

Everything Is So Weird In Politics That It's Very Hard To Be Funny About It, I Think.

I Find That People Can Pass Me On The Street Who've Just Seen My Picture In The Paper And They Wouldn't Recognize Me. If They'd Seen Me On Television, The Heads Turn. They Say, "wait A Minute. I Don't Know Who That Is, But He's Somebody.

Apart From That Mrs Lincoln, How Did You Enjoy The Play?