See How He Throws His Baited Lines

Chicago Sounds Rough To The Maker Of Verse. One Comfort We Have - Cincinnati Sounds Worse.

Seventeen Hundred And Fifty-five. Georgius Secundus Was Then Alive,-- Snuffy Old Drone From The German Hive.

Memory Is A Net: One That Finds It Full Of Fish When He Takes It From The Brook, But A Dozen Miles Of Water Have Run Through It Without Sticking.

A Person Is Always Startled When He Hears Himself Seriously Called An Old Man For The First Time.

What Refuge Is There For The Victim Who Is Oppressed With The Feeling That There Are A Thousand New Books He Ought To Read, While Life Is Only Long Enough For Him To Attempt To Read A Hundred?