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If There Ever Was An Aviary Overstocked With Jays It Is That Yaptown-on-the-hudson, Call New York. Cosmopolitan They Call It, You Bet. So's A Piece Of Fly-paper. You Listen Close When They're Buzzing And Trying To Pull Their Feet Out Of The Sticky Stuff. "little Old New York's Good Enough For Us"--that's What They Sing.

By Nature And Doctrines I Am Addicted To The Habit Of Discovering Choice Places Wherein To Feed.

She Had Become So Thoroughly Annealed Into His Life That She Was Like The Air He Breathed--necessary But Scarcely Noticed.

I'll Give You The Sole Secret Of Short-story Writing, And Here It Is: Rule 1. Write Stories That Please Yourself. There Is No Rule 2. The Technical Points You Can Get From Bliss Perry. If You Can't Write A Story That Pleases Yourself, You Will Never Please The Public. But In Writing The Story Forget The Public.

Beauty Is Nature In Perfection; Circularity Is Its Chief Attribute. Behold The Full Moon, The Enchanting Golf Ball, The Domes Of Splendid Temples, The Huckleberry Pie, The Wedding Ring, The Circus Ring, The Ring For The Waiter, And The "round" Of Drinks.