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Nothing Makes A Man Feel Older Than To Hear A Band Coming Up The Street And Not To Have The Impulse To Rush Downstairs And Out On To The Sidewalk.

The Only Cure For A Real Hangover Is Death.

In Preparing The Soil For Planting, You Will Need Several Tools. Dynamite Would Be A Beautiful Thing To Use, But It Would Have A Tendency To Get The Dirt Into The Front-hall And Track Up The Stairs.

A Man Of Forty Today Has Nothing To Worry Him But Falling Hair, Inability To Button The Top Button, Failing Vision, Shortness Of Breath, A Tendency Of The Collar To Shut Off All Breathing, Trembling Of The Kidneys To Whatever Tune The Orchestra Is Playing, And A General Sense Of Giddiness When The Matter Of Rent Is Brought Up. Forty Is Life's Golden Age.

Streets Full Of Water. Please Advise.