A Holiday In A New Dress—can Earth

Except In Streetcars One Should Never Be Unnecessarily Rude To A Lady.

There Is One Day That Is Ours. Thanksgiving Day Is The One Day That Is Purely American.

Each Of Us, When Our Day's Work Is Done, Must Seek Our Ideal, Whether It Be Love Or Pinochle Or Lobster à La Newburg, Or The Sweet Silence Of The Musty Bookshelves.

Write What You Like; There Is No Other Rule.

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.