There Was Clearly Nothing To Do But

Inject A Few Raisins Of Conversation Into The Tasteless Dough Of Existence.

Turn Up The Lights. I Don't Want To Go Home In The Dark.

Take Of London Fog 30 Parts; Malaria 10 Parts, Gas Leaks 20 Parts, Dewdrops Gathered In A Brickyard At Sunrise 25 Parts; Odor Of Honeysuckle 15 Parts. Mix. The Mixture Will Give You An Approximate Conception Of A Nashville Drizzle.

All Great Men Have Declared That They Owe Their Sucess To The Aid And Encouragement Of Some Brilliant Woman.

Now, Girls, If You Want To Observe A Young Man Hustle Out After A Pick And Shovel, Just Tell Him That Your Heart Is In Some Other Fellow's Grave. Young Men Are Grave-robbers By Nature.