Here's a toast to the roast that good fellowship lends, with the sparkle of beer and wine; May its sentiment always be deeper, my friends, than the foam at the top of the stein. Then here's to the heartening wassail, wherever good fellows are found; Be its master instead of its vassal, and order the glasses around.

How Sunday into Monday melts!

At another year I would not boggle Except that when I jog I joggle.

Sleep is perverse as human nature, Sleep is perverse as legislature.... So people who go to bed to sleep Must count French premiers or sheep, And people who ought to arise from bed Yawn and go back to sleep instead.

But children, hark! Your mother would rather, When you arrived, have been your father.

O thrice unhappy home Whose master doesn't know the difference between a watt and an ohm!

Some one invented the telephone, And interrupted a nation's slumbers, Ringing wrong but similar numbers.