Tea Cake, The Son Of The Evening

I Love Myself When I Am Laughing.

I Know That Nothing Is Destructible; Things Merely Change Forms.

It Must Be Recess In (heaven) If St. Peter Is Lettin His Angels Out.

It Was The Meanest Moment Of Eternity.

To Avoid The Consequences Of Posterity The Mulattos Give The Blacks A First Class Letting Alone. There Is A Frantic Stampede White-ward To Escape From Jamaica's Black Mass.