Sleep With Me Sleep With My Dogs-

Our American Professors Like Their Literature Clear And Cold And Pure And Very Dead.

Indians, Of Course, Have No "theology," And Indeed No Word For The System Of Credulity In Which The White Priests Arrange For God, Who Must Be Entirely Bewildered By It, A Series Of Excuses For His Failures.

Vast Is The Power Of Cities To Reclaim The Wanderer.

You've Been Telling Us About How To Secure Peace, But Come On, Now, General-just Among Us Rotarians And Rotary Anns-'fess Up! With Your Great Experience, Don't You Honest, Cross-your-heart, Think That Perhaps-just Maybe-when A Country Has Gone Money-mad, Like All Our Labor Unions And Workmen, With Their Propaganda To Hoist Income Taxes, So That The Thrifty And Industrious Have To Pay For The Shiftless Ne'er-do-weels, Then Maybe, To Save Their Lazy Souls And Get Some Iron Into Them, A War Might Be A Good Thing? Come On, Now, Tell Your Real Middle Name, Mong General!

I Can Not Understand Why Ministers Presume To Deliver Sermons Every Week At Appointed Hours Because It Is Humanly Impossible For Inspirations To Come With Clock-like Regularity