It Seems To Me That

I Think A Lot, But I Don't Say Much.

Misfortunes Never Come Singly.

Just Imagine How Interesting It Would Be If I Were To Publish A Romance Of The "secret Annexe." The Title Alone Would Be Enough To Make People Think It Was A Detective Story.

I Also Have A Brand-new Prescription For Gunfire Jitters: When The Shooting Gets Loud, Proceed To The Nearest Wooden Staircase. Run Up And Down A Few Times, Making Sure To Stumble At Least Once. What With The Scratches And The Noise Of Running And Falling, You Won't Even Be Able To Hear The Shooting, Much Less Worry About It. Yours Truly Has Put This Magic Formula To Use, With Great Success!

It Is Becoming A Bad Dream-- In The Daytime As Well As At Night. I See Him Nearly All The Time And Can't Get At Him, I Mustn't Show Anything, Must Remain Gay While I'm Really In Despair.