We May Achieve Climate, But Weather Is

History Is Bright And Fiction Dull With Homely Men Who Have Charmed Women.

But How Is It Now? All We Get Is Orders; And The Laws Go Out Of The State. Them Legislators Set Up There At Austin And Don't Do Nothing But Makes Laws Against Kerosene Oil And Schoolbooks Being Brought Into The State. I Reckon They Was Afraid Some Man Would Go Home Some Evening After Work And Light Up And Get An Education And Go To Work And Make Laws To Repeal Aforesaid Laws.

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?

In Time Truth And Science And Nature Will Adapt Themselves To Art. Things Will Happen Logically, And The Villain Be Discomfited Instead Of Being Elected To The Board Of Directors. But In The Meantime Fiction Must Not Only Be Divorced From Fact, But Must Pay Alimony And Be Awarded Custody Of The Press Despatches.

The Most Notable Thing About Time Is That It Is So Purely Relative. A Large Amount Of Reminiscence Is, By Common Consent, Conceded To The Drowning Man; And It Is Not Past Belief That One May Review An Entire Courtship While Removing One's Gloves.