By Rights, Satire Is A

When Temptations March Monotonously In Regiments, One Waits For To Pass.

The New York Playgoer Is A Child Of Nature, And He Has An Honest And Wholesome Regard Of Whatever Is Atrocious In Art.

Women Singly Do A Good Deal Of Harm. Women In Bulk Are Chastening.

That Is The Consolation Of A Little Mind; You Have The Fun Of Changing It Without Impeding The Progress Of Mankind.

Averageness Is A Quality We Must Put Up With. Men March Toward Civilization In Column Formation, And By The Time The Van Has Learned To Admire The Masters The Rear Is Drawing Reluctantly Away From The Totem Pole.