We Like, We Cherish, We Are Very,

The Weather Is Like The Government, Always In The Wrong.

Cheese, Like Oil, Makes Too Much Of Itself.

Fox-terriers Are Born With About Four Times As Much Original Sin In Them As Other Dogs.

We Are So Bound Together That No Man Can Labor For Himself Alone. Each Blow He Strikes In His Own Behalf Helps To Mold The Universe.

In The Future There Are Going To Be No Pretty Girls, For The Simple Reason There Will Be No Plain Girls Against Which To Contrast Them. Of Late I Have Done Some Systematic Reading Of Ladies Papers. The Plain Girl Submits To A Course Of "treatment." In Eighteen Months She Bursts Upon Society An Acknowledged Beauty.