But I, when I undress me Each night, upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me With apple-pie and cheese.
Eugene FieldMr. Clarke played the King all evening as though under constant fear that someone else was about to play the Ace.
Eugene FieldWhat smells so? Has somebody been burning a Rag, or is there a Dead Mule in the Back yard? No, the Man is Smoking a Five-Cent Cigar.
Eugene Field