What Smells So? Has Somebody Been Burning

Have You An Unexpurgated Copy Of Hannah More's 'letters To A Village Maiden'?

Some Statesmen Go To Congress And Some Go To Jail. It Is The Same Thing, After All.

Used To Think That Luck Wuz Luck And Nuthin' Else But Luck-- It Made No Diff'rence How Or When Or Where Or Why It Struck; But Sev'ral Years Ago I Changt My Mind, An' Now Proclaim That Luck's A Kind Uv Science--same As Any Other Game.

I'd Like A Stocking Made For A Giant, And A Meeting House Full Of Toys, Then I'd Go Out In A Happy Hunt For The Poor Little Girls And Boys; Up The Street And Down The Street, And Across And Over The Town, I'd Search And Find Them Everyone, Before The Sun Went Down.

All Human Joys Are Swift Of Wing, For Heaven Doth So Allot It; That When You Get An Easy Thing, You Find You Haven't Got It