These are the saddest of possible words, Tinker-to-Evers-to-Chance. Trio of Bear Cubs fleeter than birds, Tinker-to-Evers-to-Chance. Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble, Making a Giant hit into a double, Words that are weighty with nothing but trouble, Tinker-to-Evers-to-Chance. This brief poem, immortalized the Chicago Cubs' double-play combination: Shortstop Joe Tinker, second baseman Johnny Evers, and first baseman Frank Chance.

Accustomed as I am to public speaking, I know the futility of it.

Count the day won, when the earth, turning on its axis, imposes no additional taxes

An extravagance is something you buy which is no earthly use to your wife.

Drinking is bad taste but tastes good.

I find that a great part of the information I have was acquired by looking up something and finding something else on the way.

I hate the pollyanna pest who says that all is for the best.