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There Is One Day That Is Ours. There Is One Day When All We Americans Who Are Not Self-made Go Back To The Old Home To Eat Saleratus Biscuits And Marvel How Much Nearer To The Porch The Old Pump Looks Than It Used To. Thanksgiving Day Is The One Day That Is Purely American.

A Burglar Who Respects His Art Always Takes His Time Before Taking Anything Else.

You Can't Appreciate Home Till You've Left It, Money Till It's Spent, Your Wife Till She's Joined A Woman's Club, Nor Old Glory Till You See It Hanging On A Broomstick On The Shanty Of A Consul In A Foreign Town.

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

Life Is Made Up Of Sobs, Sniffles, And Smiles, With Sniffles Predominating.