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I've Got Some Of My Best Yarns From Park Benches, Lamp Posts And Newspaper Stands.

By Rights You're A King. If I Was You, I'd Call For A New Deal.

Young Artists Must Pave Their Way To Art By Drawing Pictures For Magazine Stories That Young Authors Write To Pave Their Way To Literature.

She Plucked From My Lapel The Invisible Strand Of Lint (the Universal Act Of Woman To Proclaim Ownership).

When A Man Begins To Be Hilarious In A Sorrowful Way You Can Bet A Million That He Is Dyeing His Hair.