A Thick Stick In One's Hand Makes

If Doubtful Whether To End With "yours Faithfully," Or "yours Truly," Or "yours Most Truly," &c. (there Are At Least A Dozen Varieties, Before You Reach "yours Affectionately"), Refer To Your Correspondent's Last Letter, And Make Your Winding-up At Least As Friendly As His: In Fact, Even If A Shade More Friendly, It Will Do No Harm!

Do Not, Oh Do Not Indulge Such A Wild Idea That A Newspaper Might Err! If So What Have We To Trust In This Age Of Sham?

I Try To Believe In As Many As Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast. Count Them, Alice. One, There Are Drinks That Make You Shrink. Two, There Are Foods That Make You Grow. Three, Animals Can Talk. Four, Cats Can Disappear. Five, There Is A Place Called Underland. Six, I Can Slay The Jabberwocky.

Crawling At Your Feet,' Said The Gnat (alice Drew Her Feet Back In Some Alarm), `you May Observe A Bread-and-butterfly. Its Wings Are Thin Slices Of Bread-and-butter, Its Body Is A Crust, And Its Head Is A Lump Of Sugar.' And What Does It Live On?' Weak Tea With Cream In It.' A New Difficulty Came Into Alice's Head. `supposing It Couldn't Find Any?' She Suggested. Then It Would Die, Of Course.' But That Must Happen Very Often,' Alice Remarked Thoughtfully. It Always Happens,' Said The Gnat.

Of Course It Is,’ Said The Duchess, Who Seemed Ready To Agree To Everything That Alice Said; ‘there’s A Large Mustard-mine Near Here. And The Moral Of That Is– “the More There Is Of Mine, The Less There Is Of Yours.