A Freelance Is One Who

All That A Spectator Gets Out Of The Game Is Fresh Air, The Comical Articles In His Program, The Sight Of Twenty-two Young Men Rushing About In Mysterious Formations, And Whatever He Brought In His Flask.

My First Big Mistake Was Made When, In A Moment Of Weakness, I Consented To Learn The Game; For A Man Who Can Frankly Say "i Do Not Play Bridge" Is Allowed To Go Over In The Corner And Run The Pianola By Himself, While The Poor Neophyte, No Matter How Much He May Protest That He Isn't "at All A Good Player, In Fact I'm Perfectly Rotten," Is Never Believed, But Dragged Into A Game Where It Is Discovered, Too Late, That He Spoke The Truth.

We Call Ourselves A Free Nation, And Yet We Let Ourselves Be Told What Cabs We Can And Can't Take By A Man At A Hotel Door, Simply Because He Has A Drum Major's Uniform On.

I Am Pretty Sure That, If You Will Be Quite Honest, You Will Admit That A Good Rousing Sneeze, One That Tears Open Your Collar And Throws Your Hair Into Your Eyes, Is Really One Of Life's Sensational Pleasures.

You Might Think That After Thousands Of Years Of Coming Up Too Soon And Getting Frozen, The Crocus Family Would Have Had A Little Sense Knocked Into It.