What Usually Comes First Is The Contract.

The Future Of This Nation, With The Present Generation, You Must Admit Is Nothing But A Joke

If You'll Promise Not To Cry, Baby, I Will Kiss You By-and-by—maybe! Though You're Six Feet Three, You Will Always Be Nothing But A Baby, Dear, To Me.

Summer Time An' The Livin' Is Easy, Fish Are Jumpin' An' The Cotton Is High. Oh, Yo' Daddy's Rich, And Yo' Ma' Is Good-lookin', So Hush, Little Baby, Don' Yo' Cry.

What Usually Comes First Is The Contract.

I'd Like To Add Her Initial To My Monogram.