It Takes 3 Girls To Tow Always;

Man, If He Would Live, Must Worship. He Looks Around, And What To Him, Within The Vision Of His Life, Is The Greatest And The Best, That He Falls Down And Does Reverence To.

It Is Very Strange, This Domination Of Our Intellect By Our Digestive Organs. We Cannot Work, We Cannot Think, Unless Our Stomach Wills So. It Dictates To Us Our Emotions, Our Passions.

Let Us Play The Game Of Life As Sportsmen, Pocketing Our Winnings With A Smile, Leaving Our Losings With A Shrug.

Splendid Cheeses They Were, Ripe And Mellow, And With A Two Hundred Horse-power Scent About Them That Might Have Been Warranted To Carry Three Miles, And Knock A Man Over At Two Hundred Yards.

A Good Woman's Arms Round A Man's Neck Is A Lifebelt Thrown Out To Him From Heaven.