There Is No Sin So Great As

Fill The Unforgiving Minute With Sixty Seconds Worth Of Distance Run.

Good Lord! Who Can Account For The Fathomless Folly Of The Public?

It Was The Forty-fathom Slumber That Clears The Soul And Eye And Heart, And Sends You To Breakfast Ravening.

Brother, Thy Tail Hangs Down Behind.

None Of The Jungle People Like Being Disturbed.