A Thick Stick In One's Hand Makes

You Have To Run As Fast As You Can Just To Stay Where You Are. If You Want To Get Anywhere, You'll Have To Run Much Faster.

Child Of The Pure, Unclouded Brow And Dreaming Eyes Of Wonder.

Little Alice Fell D O W N The Hole, Bumped Her Head And Bruised Her Soul

I Wish I Hadn't Cried So Much!” Said Alice, As She Swam About, Trying To Find Her Way Out. I Shall Be Punished For It Now, I Suppose, By Being Drowned In My Own Tears !

It's Jam Every Other Day: To-day Isn't Any Other Day, You Know.