Let My Temptation Be A Book.

Some Statesmen Go To Congress And Some Go To Jail. It Is The Same Thing, After All.

How Gracious Those Dews Of Solace That Over My Senses Fall At The Clink Of The Ice In The Pitcher The Boy Brings Up The Hall.

Here We Have A Baby. It Is Composed Of A Bald Head And A Pair Of Lungs.

Used To Think That Luck Wuz Luck And Nuthin' Else But Luck-- It Made No Diff'rence How Or When Or Where Or Why It Struck; But Sev'ral Years Ago I Changt My Mind, An' Now Proclaim That Luck's A Kind Uv Science--same As Any Other Game.

He Is So Mean, He Won't Let His Little Baby Have More Than One Measle At A Time.