God Could Not Be Everywhere, And Therefore

San Francisco Has Only One Drawback—‘tis Hard To Leave.

San Francisco Is A Mad City - Inhabited For The Most Part By Perfectly Insane People Whose Women Are Of A Remarkable Beauty.

As Surely As Water Will Wet Us, As Surely As Fire Will Burn, The Gods Of The Copybook Headings With Terror And Slaughter Return!

Oh East Is East And West Is West And Never The Twain Shall Meet.

You May Talk O' Gin And Beer When You're Quartered Safe Out 'ere, An' You're Sent To Penny-fights An' Aldershot It; But When It Comes To Slaughter You Will Do Your Work On Water, An' You'll Lick The Bloomin' Boots Of 'im That's Got It.