One Cannot Resist The Lure Of Africa.

And Some Can Pot Begonias And Some Can Bud A Rose, And Some Are Hardly Fit To Trust With Anything That Grows.

Every Woman Knows All About Everything.

If I Were Hanged On The Highest Hill, Mother O' Mine, O Mother O' Mine! I Know Whose Love Would Follow Me Still Mother O' Mine, O Mother O' Mine!

Lord God Of Hosts, Be With Us Yet, Lest We Forget--lest We Forget!

San Francisco Has Only One Drawback—‘tis Hard To Leave.