The American Has No Language, He Has

Good Luck Go With You, O Chief Of The Wolves. And Good Luck And Strong White Teeth Go With Noble Children That They May Never Forget The Hungry In This World.

And The First Rude Sketch That The World Had Seen Was Joy To His Mighty Heart, Till The Devil Whispered Behind The Leaves 'it's Pretty, But Is It Art?'

The Motto Of All The Mongoose Family Is, "run And Find Out," And Rikki-tikki Was A True Mongoose.

One Man In A Thousand, Solomon Says. Will Stick More Close Than A Brother. And It's Worth While Seeking Him Half Your Days If You Find Him Before The Other. ---the Thousandth Man

The American Does Not Drink At Meals As A Sensible Man Should. Indeed, He Has No Meals. He Stuffs For Ten Minutes Thrice A Day.