This Is Burma, And It Will Be

Youth Had Been A Habit Of Hers For So Long That She Could Not Part With It.

For The Strength Of The Pack Is The Wolf, And The Strength Of The Wolf Is The Pack.

Of Course The Man Was Wild Too. He Was Dreadfully Wild. He Didn't Even Begin To Be Tame Till He Met The Woman, And She Told Him That She Did Not Like Living In His Wild Ways. She Picked Out A Nice Dry Cave, Instead Of A Heap Of Wet Leaves, To Lie Down In; And She Strewed Clean Sand On The Floor; And She Lit A Nice Fire Of Wood At The Back Of The Cave; And She Hung A Dried Wild-horse Skin, Tail Down, Across The Opening Of The Cave; And She Said, 'wipe Your Feet, Dear, When You Come In, And Now We'll Keep House.

Till The Master Of All Good Workmen Shall Set Us To Work Anew.

Single Men In Barricks Don't Grow Into Plaster Saints.