Sunburn Is Very Becoming -

It Is Not The Eyes Of Others That I Am Wary Of, But My Own.

Wit Ought To Be A Glorious Treat Like Caviar; Never Spread It About Like Marmalade.

The Air Is Like A Draught Of Wine. The Undertaker Cleans His Sign, The Hull Express Goes Off The Line, When It's Raspberry Time In Runcorn.

I Never Cared Who Scored The Goal, Or Which Side Won The Silver Cup. I Never Learned To Bat Or Bowl; But I Heard The Curtain Going Up.

Everybody Was Up To Something, Especially, Of Course, Those Who Were Up To Nothing.