None Of The Jungle People Like Being

You Must Learn To Forgive A Man When He's In Love. He's Always A Nuisance.

Heaven Grant Us Patience With A Man In Love.

You Sometimes See A Woman Who Would Have Made A Joan Of Arc In Another Century And Climate, Threshing Herself To Pieces Over All The Mean Worry Of Housekeeping.

Call A Truce, Then, To Our Labors - Let Us Feast With Friends And Neighbors, And Be Merry As The Custom Of Our Caste; For If ''faint And Forced The Laughter,'' And If Sadness Follow After, We Are Richer By One Mocking Christmas Past.

The White Moth To The Closing Vine, The Bee To The Open Clover, And The Gypsy Blood To The Gypsy Blood Ever The Wide World Over.