One Man's Pointlessness Is Another's Barbed Satire.

Life, Lift The Full Goblet--away With All Sorrow-- The Circle Of Friendship What Freedom Would Sever? To-day Is Our Own, And A Fig For To-morrow-- Here's To The Fourth And Our Country Forever.

Christmas Is Over And Business Is Business.

These Are The Saddest Of Possible Words, Tinker-to-evers-to-chance. Trio Of Bear Cubs Fleeter Than Birds, Tinker-to-evers-to-chance. Ruthlessly Pricking Our Gonfalon Bubble, Making A Giant Hit Into A Double, Words That Are Weighty With Nothing But Trouble, Tinker-to-evers-to-chance. This Brief Poem, Immortalized The Chicago Cubs' Double-play Combination: Shortstop Joe Tinker, Second Baseman Johnny Evers, And First Baseman Frank Chance.

There Is No Accounting For Tastes, As The Woman Said When Someone Told Her Her Son Was Wanted By The Police.

While The Work Or Play Is On, It Is A Lot Of Fun If While You Are Doing One You Don't Constantly Feel That You Ought To Be Doing The Other.