It Ain't The Roads We Take; It's

East Is East, And West Is San Francisco

I've Got Some Of My Best Yarns From Park Benches, Lamp Posts And Newspaper Stands.

Most Wonderful Of All Are Words, And How They Make Friends One With Another.

Of Habit, The Power That Keeps The Earth From Flying To Pieces; Though There Is Some Silly Theory Of Gravitation.

You'd Think New York People Was All Wise; But No, They Can't Get A Chance To Learn. Every Thing's Too Compressed. Even The Hayseeds Are Bailed Hayseeds. But What Else Can You Expect From A Town That's Shut Off From The World By The Ocean On One Side And New Jersey On The Other?