Gone Out. Backson. Busy Backson.

Sometimes,' Said Pooh, 'the Smallest Things Take Up The Most Room In Your Heart.

You Never Can Tell With Bees.

Chess Has This In Common With Making Poetry; That The Desire For It Comes Upon The Amateur In Gusts.

This Writing Business. Pencils And What-not. Over-rated, If You Ask Me. Silly Stuff. Nothing In It.

It Is Impossible To Win Gracefully At Chess. No Man Has Yet Said "mate!" In A Voice Which Failed To Sound To His Opponent Bitter, Boastful And Malicious.