There is no accounting for tastes, as the woman said when someone told her her son was wanted by the police.
Franklin P. AdamsDay 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.
Franklin P. AdamsWe have nothing in our history or position to invite aggression; we have everything to beckon us to the cultivation of relations of peace and amity with all nations.
Franklin P. AdamsThe 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!
Franklin P. Adams