Were All Men Equal To-night, Some Would

It Is Odd Enough To See How The Entrance Of A Person Of The Opposite Sex Into An Assemblage Of Either Men Or Women Calms Down The Little Discordances And The Disturbance Of Mood.

He Is My First Olive: Let Me Make A Face While I Swallow It.

Oh, I Can't Describe My Home. It Is Home, And I Can't Put Its Charm Into Words

. . . It Seemed To Me That Where Others Had Prayed Before To Their God, In Their Joy Or In Their Agony, Was Of Itself A Sacred Place.

Nothing Like The Act Of Eating For Equalizing Men. Dying Is Nothing To It.