I've Taken My Fun Where I've Found

The American Has No Language, He Has A Dialect, Slang, Provincialism, Accent And So Forth

They Shut The Road Through The Woods Seventy Years Ago. Weather And Rain Have Undone It Again, And Now You Would Never Know There Was Once A Road Through The Woods

Never Praise A Sister To A Sister, In The Hope Of Your Compliments Reaching The Proper Ears, And So Preparing The Way For You Later On. Sisters Are Women First, And Sisters Afterwards; And You Will Find That You Do Yourself Harm.

Of Course The Man Was Wild Too. He Was Dreadfully Wild. He Didn't Even Begin To Be Tame Till He Met The Woman, And She Told Him That She Did Not Like Living In His Wild Ways. She Picked Out A Nice Dry Cave, Instead Of A Heap Of Wet Leaves, To Lie Down In; And She Strewed Clean Sand On The Floor; And She Lit A Nice Fire Of Wood At The Back Of The Cave; And She Hung A Dried Wild-horse Skin, Tail Down, Across The Opening Of The Cave; And She Said, 'wipe Your Feet, Dear, When You Come In, And Now We'll Keep House.

Favouritism Governed Kissage, Even As It Does In This Age.