You Kissed Me Because You Were Awfully

I Love Criticism Just So Long As It's Unqualified Praise.

Wouldn't It Be Dreadful To Live In A Country Where They Didn't Have Tea?

How Was Your Flight? Well, Aeronautically It Was A Great Success. Socially, It Left Quite A Bit To Be Desired.

An Infant Prodigy Of Nine Is Shoved Upon The Stage In White. She Starts Off In A Dismal Whine About A Dark And Stormy Night, A Burglar, Whose Heart Is True, Despite His Wicked-looking Face, Who Puts The Little Child In Doom, To Save Her Mamma's Jewel Case. This May Bring Tears To Every Eye; It Does Not Set My Heart On Fire. I'd Like To Stand Serenely By And Watch That Horrid Child Expire.

I Have Always Paid Income Tax. I Object Only When It Reaches A Stage When I Am Threatened With Having Nothing Left For My Old Age - Which Is Due To Start Next Tuesday Or Wednesday.