All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday,

Deal With Him, Hemingway!

There Is No Heresy Or No Philosophy Which Is So Abhorrent To The Church As A Human Being.

Redheaded Women Buck Like Goats.

Bury The Dead. Say Robinson Crusoe Was True To Life. Well Then Friday Buried Him. Every Friday Buries A Thursday If You Come To Look At It.

When The Irishman Is Found Outside Of Ireland In Another Environment, He Very Often Becomes A Respected Man. The Economic And Intellectual Conditions That Prevail In His Own Country Do Not Permit The Development Of Individuality. No One Who Has Any Self-respect Stays In Ireland, But Flees Afar As Though From A Country That Has Undergone The Visitation Of An Angered Jove.