The Toad Beneath The Harrow Knows Exactly

Come You Back, You British Soldier; Come You Back To Mandalay!

But Till We Are Built Like Angels, With Hammer And Chisel And Pen, We Will Work For Ourself And A Woman, Forever And Ever, Amen.

Call A Truce, Then, To Our Labors - Let Us Feast With Friends And Neighbors, And Be Merry As The Custom Of Our Caste; For If ''faint And Forced The Laughter,'' And If Sadness Follow After, We Are Richer By One Mocking Christmas Past.

Be Slow To Judge For We Know Little Of What Has Been Done And Nothing Of What Has Been Resisted.

San Francisco Has Only One Drawback—‘tis Hard To Leave.