Prohibition is an awful flop. We like it. It can't stop what it's meant to stop. We like it. It's left a trail of graft and slime It don't prohibit worth a dime It's filled our land with vice and crime, Nevertheless, we're for it.

Life, lift the full goblet--away with all sorrow-- The circle of friendship what freedom would sever? To-day is our own, and a fig for to-morrow-- Here's to the Fourth and our country forever.

Nobody can write such ironic things unless he has a deep sense of injustice-injustice to those members of the race who are victims of the stupid, the pretentious and the hypocritical.

Chaos breeds life, while order breeds success.

Every time we tell anybody to cheer up, things might be worse, we run away for fear we might be asked to specify how.

If a man keeps his trap shut, the world will beat a path to his door.

In the order named, these are the hardest to control - wine, women and song.