Only The Young Die Good.

Manuscript: Something Submitted In Haste And Returned At Leisure.

What Is My Loftiest Ambition? I've Always Wanted To Throw An Egg At An Electric Fan.

Some Take Their Gold In Minted Mold, And Some In Harps Thereafter, But Give Me Mine In Bubbles Fine And Keep The Change In Laughter.

An Epicure Is One Who Gets Nothing Better Than The Cream Of Everything But Cheerfully Makes The Best Of It.

Song Is The Licensed Medium For Bawling In Public Things Too Silly Or Sacred To Be Uttered In Ordinary Speech.