Newspapermen Ask Dumb Questions. They Look Up

Come Over Here And Sit On My Knee And Finish Your Orange Juice.

The Only Thing My Old Man Ever Gave Me Was A Beating.

How Would You Like To Find Out How Good My Right Is?

If They Ever Let Me In The Ring With Him [cassius Clay], I'm Liable To Be Put Away For Murder.

Newspapermen Ask Dumb Questions. They Look Up At The Sun And Ask If It Is Shining.