Manners Are Like Primary Colors,

The Letter We All Love To Receive Is One That Carries So Much Of The Writer’s Personality That She Seems To Be Sitting Beside Us, Looking At Us Directly And Talking Just As She Really Would, Could She Have Come On A Magic Carpet, Instead Of Sending Her Proxy In Ink-made Characters On Mere Paper.

There Is A Big Deposit Of Sympathy In The Bank Of Love, But Don't Draw Out Little Sums Every Hour Or So - So That By And By, When Perhaps You Need It Badly, It Is All Drawn Out And You Yourself Don't Know How Or On What It Was Spent.

The Honor Of A Gentleman Demands The Inviolability Of His Word, And The Incorruptibility Of His Principles. He Is The Descendent Of The Knight, The Crusader; He Is The Defender Of The Defenseless And The Champion Of Justice--or He Is Not A Gentleman.

The Eleventh Commandment, "thou Shalt Not Be Found Out" Is Despicable, But Nevertheless, It Is The One Thing You Can Never Get Away From.

To Be A Good Sportsman, One Must Be A Stoic And Never Show Rancor In Defeat, Or Triumph In Victory, Or Irritation, No Matter What Annoyance Is Encountered. One Who Can Not Help Sulking, Or Explaining, Or Protesting When The Loser, Or Exulting When The Winner, Has No Right To Take Part In Games Or Contests.