Good, Old-fashioned Ways Keep Hearts Sweet, Heads

I Had A Pleasant Time With My Mind, For It Was Happy.

...and Jo Laid The Rustling Sheets Together With A Careful Hand, As One Might Shut The Covers Of A Lovely Romance, Which Holds The Reader Fast Till The End Comes, And He Finds Himself Alone In The Work-a-day World Again.

Mrs. Jo Did Not Mean The Measles, But That More Serious Malady Called Love, Which Is Apt To Ravage Communities, Spring And Autumn, When Winter Gayety And Summer Idleness Produce Whole Bouquets Of Engagements, And Set Young People To Pairing Off Like The Birds.

But Many Of The Bravest Never Are Known, And Get No Praise. That Does Not Lessen Their Beauty.

Life Is My University, And I Hope To Graduate From It With Some Distinction.