"whom Are You?" Said He,

"whom Are You?" Said He, For He Had Been To Night School.

In The City A Funeral Is Just An Interruption Of Traffic; In The Country It Is A Form Of Popular Entertainment.

Early To Bed And Early To Rise, And You'll Meet Very Few Of The Best People.

One Man's Poison Ivy Is Another Fellow's Spinach.

A Friend Who Is Near And Dear May In Time Become As Useless As A Relative.