Every Blunder Behind Us Is Giving A

Didn't You Tie The Mittens On Her Feet (wednesday Evening's) Extra Special Nice? Yes--she Is An Extra Special Nice Pigeon. She Cries For Pity When She Wants Pity. And She Shuts Her Eyes When She Doesn't Want To Look At You. And If You Look Deep In Her Eyes When Her Eyes Are Open You Will See Lights There Exactly Like The Lights On The Pastures And The Meadows When The Mist Is Drifting On A Wednesday Evening Just Between The Twilight And Gloaming.

To Work Hard, To Live Hard, To Die Hard, And Then Go To Hell After All Would Be Too Damned Hard.

The Buffaloes Are Gone. And Those Who Saw The Buffaloes Are Gone.

Money Is Power, Freedom, A Cushion, The Root Of All Evil, The Sum Of Blessings.

By Night The Skyscraper Looms In The Smoke And The Stars And Has A Soul.