For Duty, Duty Must Be

Roll On, Thou Ball, Roll On! Through Pathless Realms Of Space, Roll On!

As Is Gloriously Sung In The Gilbert And Sullivan Operetta "h.m.s. Pinafore," In The Words Of W. S. Gilbert: "things Are Seldom As They Seem, Skim Milk Masquerades As Cream."

Saturday Afternoon, Although Occurring At Regular And Well-foreseen Intervals, Always Takes This Railway By Surprise.

I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major General

Love, Unrequited, Robs Me Of My Rest: Love, Hopeless Love, My Ardent Soul Encumbers: Love, Nightmare-like, Lies Heavy On My Chest, And Weaves Itself Into My Midnight Slumbers!