Elections Are Won By Men And Women

Life, Lift The Full Goblet--away With All Sorrow-- The Circle Of Friendship What Freedom Would Sever? To-day Is Our Own, And A Fig For To-morrow-- Here's To The Fourth And Our Country Forever.

There Is No Accounting For Tastes, As The Woman Said When Someone Told Her Her Son Was Wanted By The Police.

In The Order Named, These Are The Hardest To Control - Wine, Women And Song.

We Have Nothing In Our History Or Position To Invite Aggression; We Have Everything To Beckon Us To The Cultivation Of Relations Of Peace And Amity With All Nations.

Nobody Can Write Such Ironic Things Unless He Has A Deep Sense Of Injustice-injustice To Those Members Of The Race Who Are Victims Of The Stupid, The Pretentious And The Hypocritical.