Women's Weapon, Water-drops.

In The Big City A Man Will Disappear With The Suddenness And Completeness Of The Flame Of A Candle That Is Blown Out.

Women's Weapon, Water-drops.

The Magi, As You Know, Were Wise Men Wonderfully Wise Men Who Brought Gifts To The Babe In The Manger. They Invented The Art Of Giving Christmas Presents.

[a]ll Of Life, As We Know It, Moves In Little, Unavailing Circles. More Justly Than To Anything Else, It Can Be Likened To The Game Of Baseball. Crack! We Hit The Ball, And Away We Go. If We Earn A Run (in Life We Call It Success) We Get Back To The Home Plate And Sit Upon A Bench. If We Are Thrown Out, We Walk Back To The Home Plate -- And Sit Upon A Bench.

A Story With A Moral Appended Is Like The Bill Of A Mosquito. It Bores You, And Then Injects A Stinging Drop To Irritate Your Conscience.