Drinking Is Bad Taste But

Life, Lift The Full Goblet--away With All Sorrow-- The Circle Of Friendship What Freedom Would Sever? To-day Is Our Own, And A Fig For To-morrow-- Here's To The Fourth And Our Country Forever.

Having Imagination, It Takes You An Hour To Write A Paragraph That, If You Were Unimaginative, Would Take You Only A Minute. Or You Might Not Write The Paragraph At All.

I Hate The Pollyanna Pest Who Says That All Is For The Best.

Accustomed As I Am To Public Speaking, I Know The Futility Of It.

As We See Censorship It Is A Stupid Giant Traffic Policeman Answering "yes" To "am I My Brother's Copper?" He Guards A One-way Street And His Semaphore Has Four Signs, All Marked "stop.