To Tom Carlson or his dog-depending on whose taste it best suits.

Too much Chablis can make you whablis.

I claim there ain't Another Saint As great as Valentine.

I'm like a backward berry, Unripened on the vine, For all my friends are fifty, And I'm only forty-nine.

Middle-aged life is merry, and I love to lead it.

Life is not having been told that the man has just waxed the floor.

Professional men, they have no cares; whatever happens, they get theirs.