You Have More People That Love You

Every Man Is A King So Long As He Has Someone To Look Down On.

You've Been Telling Us About How To Secure Peace, But Come On, Now, General-just Among Us Rotarians And Rotary Anns-'fess Up! With Your Great Experience, Don't You Honest, Cross-your-heart, Think That Perhaps-just Maybe-when A Country Has Gone Money-mad, Like All Our Labor Unions And Workmen, With Their Propaganda To Hoist Income Taxes, So That The Thrifty And Industrious Have To Pay For The Shiftless Ne'er-do-weels, Then Maybe, To Save Their Lazy Souls And Get Some Iron Into Them, A War Might Be A Good Thing? Come On, Now, Tell Your Real Middle Name, Mong General!

When Fascism Comes To The United States It Will Be Wrapped In The American Flag And Will Claim The Name Of 100-percent Americanism

Since Dictating The Bible, And Hiring A Perfect Race Of Ministers To Explain It, God Has Never Done Much But Creep Around And Try To Catch Us Disobeying It.

The World And All Its Wisdom Is But A Booby, Blundering School-boy That Needs Management And Could Be Managed, If Men And Women Would Be Human Beings Instead Of Just Business Men, Or Plumbers, Or Army Officers, Or Commuters, Or Educators, Or Authors, Or Clubwomen, Or Traveling Salesmen, Or Socialists, Or Republicans, Or Salvation Army Leaders, Or Wearers Of Cloths.