What 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.

He is so mean, he won't let his little baby have more than one measle at a time.

Mr. Clarke played the King all evening as though under constant fear that someone else was about to play the Ace.

All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it; That when you get an easy thing, You find you haven't got it

Let my temptation be a book, which I shall purchase, hold and keep.

I never lost a little fish - Yes, I'm free to say. It always was the biggest fish I caught, that got away.

What 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.