Satire Is What Closes Saturday Night.

The Abuse Of Cabmen In A Block.

This Is His First Punishment, That By The Verdict Of His Own Heart No Guilty Man Is Acquitted.

Trust To A Plank, Draw Precarious Breath, At Most Seven Inches From The Jaws Of Death.

A Man's Word Is Believed Just To The Extent Of The Wealth In His Coffers Stored.

There's No Effrontery Like That Of A Woman Caught In The Act; Her Very Guilt Inspires Her With Wrath And Insolence.