Song Is The Licensed Medium For Bawling

An Epicure Is One Who Gets Nothing Better Than The Cream Of Everything But Cheerfully Makes The Best Of It.

To Babble Is To Make A Feminine Noise Somewhat Resembling The Sound Of A Brook, But With Less Meaning.

The Elf And The Dormouse Under A Toadstool Crept A Wee Elf, Out Of The Rain To Shelter Himself. Under The Toadstool, Sound Asleep, Sat A Big Dormouse All In A Heap. Trembled The Wee Elf, Frightened And Yet Fearing To Fly Away Lest He Get Wet. To The Next Shelter-maybe A Mile! Sudden The Wee Elf Smiled A Wee Smile. Tugged Till The Toadstool Toppled In Two. Holding It Over Him, Gaily He Flew. Soon He Was Safe Home, Dry As Could Be. Soon Woke The Dormouse-"good Gracious Me!" "where Is My Toadstool?" Loud He Lamented. -and That's How Umbrellas First Were Invented.

Diplomacy Is Living In State.

Modesty: The Gentle Art Of Enhancing Your Charm By Pretending Not To Be Aware Of It.