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Let Us Play The Game Of Life As Sportsmen, Pocketing Our Winnings With A Smile, Leaving Our Losings With A Shrug.

I Attribute The Quarrelsome Nature Of The Middle Ages Young Men Entirely To The Want Of The Soothing Weed.

In The Future There Are Going To Be No Pretty Girls, For The Simple Reason There Will Be No Plain Girls Against Which To Contrast Them. Of Late I Have Done Some Systematic Reading Of Ladies Papers. The Plain Girl Submits To A Course Of "treatment." In Eighteen Months She Bursts Upon Society An Acknowledged Beauty.

What The Eye Does Not See, The Stomach Does Not Get Upset Over

Give An Average Baby A Fair Chance, And If It Doesn't Do Something It Oughtn't To A Doctor Should Be Called In At Once.