Public service is my motto.

Bolshevism is knocking at our gates, we can't afford to let it in...We must keep America whole and safe and unspoiled. We must keep the worker away from red literature and red ruses; we must see that his mind remains healthy.

We been on the road for 18 hours... I need a bath, some chow... and then you and me sit down, and we talk about who dies,eh?

I am sick and tired of publicity. I want no more of it. It puts me in a bad light. I just want to be forgotten.

This American system of ours,call it Americanism,call it capitalism,call it what you will,gives each and every one of us a great opportunity if we seize it with both hands and make the most of it.

Public service is my motto.

When I sell liquor, it's bootlegging. When my patrons serve it on a silver tray on Lakeshore Drive, it's hospitality.