Hell Must Be A Pretty

I Am Like Any Other Man. All I Do Is Supply A Demand.

Bolshevism Is Knocking At Our Gates, We Can't Afford To Let It In...we Must Keep America Whole And Safe And Unspoiled. We Must Keep The Worker Away From Red Literature And Red Ruses; We Must See That His Mind Remains Healthy.

They've Hung Everything On Me Except The Chicago Fire.

Now I Know Why Tigers Eat Their Young.

We Been On The Road For 18 Hours... I Need A Bath, Some Chow... And Then You And Me Sit Down, And We Talk About Who Dies,eh?