Christmas Is Over And Business Is Business.

Christmas Is Over And Business Is Business.

There Is No Accounting For Tastes, As The Woman Said When Someone Told Her Her Son Was Wanted By The Police.

I Hate The Pollyanna Pest Who Says That All Is For The Best.

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.

I Find That A Great Part Of The Information I Have Was Acquired By Looking Up Something And Finding Something Else On The Way.