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.

Chaos breeds life, while order breeds success.

Day after day, night after night, my life at home is far from bright, but even home has more variety, than I can find in cafe society.

Remember how excited you were when you turned five years old. Today, you should be 10 times that excited. Happy 50th birthday!

The rich man has his motorcar, His country and his town estate, He smokes a fifty-cent cigar And jeers at Fate. He frivols through the livelong day, He knows not Poverty, her pinch. His lot seems light, his heart seems gay; He has a cinch. Yet though my lamp burns low and dim, Though I must slave for livelihood- Think you that I would change with him? You bet I would!

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.

Ninety-two percent of the stuff told you in confidence you couldn't get anyone else to listen to.