What Women Would Do If

Literature, Like A Gypsy, To Be Picturesque, Should Be A Little Ragged.

That Questionable Superfluity Small Beer.

He Was So Benevolent, So Merciful A Man That, In His Mistaken Passion, He Would Have Held An Umbrella Over A Duck In A Shower Of Rain.

Slugs Crawl And Crawl Over Our Cabbages, Like The World's Slander Over A Good Name. You May Kill Them, It Is True; But There Is The Slime.

Intemperance Is The Epitome Of Every Crime, The Cause Of Every Kind Of Misery.