My Parents Migrated To Canada In 1876,

Golf May Be Played On Sunday, Not Being A Game Within The View Of The Law, But Being A Form Of Moral Effort.

Presently I Shall Be Introduced As 'this Venerable Old Gentleman' And The Axe Will Fall When They Raise Me To The Degree Of 'grand Old Man'. That Means On Our Continent Any One With Snow-white Hair Who Has Kept Out Of Jail Till Eighty.

The Victorians Needed Parody. Without It Their Literature Would Have Been A Rank And Weedy Growth, Over-watered With Tears.

I Detest Life-insurance Agents: They Always Argue That I Shall Some Day Die, Which Is Not So.

In Point Of Morals, The Average Woman Is, Even For Business, Too Crooked.