I Love A Finished Speaker, I Really,

There Is No Balm Of Gilead, No Salve, No Soothing Ointment To Stay The Pain Of One Who's Had In Love A Disappointment-- Unless It Be That Healing Lotion Of Fixing On A New Devotion.

How I Love To Get A Letter! I Can Think Of Nothing Better Than Perusing An Epistolary Item. But Deep Is My Despondence, For I've Found That Correspondence Means That If You Want To Get 'em, You Must Write 'em!

If Only I Kept My Eye On The Ball, Looking Downward As Does The Pro There, I Might Not See Where It Was Going, At All, But There Might Be A Chance It Would Go There.

In Such Novels As This Side Of Paradise And The Great Gatsby, Fitzgerald Depicts The Spirit Of The Hour Which Is Usually About 4 A.m. His Suave Young Men, Always Commuting Between Princeton And The Plaza In Stutz Bearcats Never Sat Still For Long. It Was Too Uncomfortable, With A Large Flask In The Hip Pocket.

I've Suffered From All Of The Hang-ups Known, And None Is As Bad As The Telephone.