Christmas Is Over And Business Is Business.

You Do Not Know What You Can Miss Before You Try.

The Rich Man Has His Motorcar, His Country And His Town Estate, He Smokes A Fifty-cent Cigar And Jeers At Fate. He Frivols Through The Livelong Day, He Knows Not Poverty, Her Pinch. His Lot Seems Light, His Heart Seems Gay; He Has A Cinch. Yet Though My Lamp Burns Low And Dim, Though I Must Slave For Livelihood- Think You That I Would Change With Him? You Bet I Would!

Christmas Is Over And Business Is Business.

Life, Lift The Full Goblet--away With All Sorrow-- The Circle Of Friendship What Freedom Would Sever? To-day Is Our Own, And A Fig For To-morrow-- Here's To The Fourth And Our Country Forever.

These Are The Saddest Of Possible Words, Tinker-to-evers-to-chance. Trio Of Bear Cubs Fleeter Than Birds, Tinker-to-evers-to-chance. Ruthlessly Pricking Our Gonfalon Bubble, Making A Giant Hit Into A Double, Words That Are Weighty With Nothing But Trouble, Tinker-to-evers-to-chance. This Brief Poem, Immortalized The Chicago Cubs' Double-play Combination: Shortstop Joe Tinker, Second Baseman Johnny Evers, And First Baseman Frank Chance.