Superstition Has Its Practical Uses.

Now, Mama, Papa, And Sir," Said Ramses, "please Withdraw To The Farthest Corner And Crouch Down With Your Backs Turned. It Is As I Feared; We Will Never Break Through By This Method. The Walls Are Eight Feet Thick. Fortunately I Brought Along A Little Nitroglycerin--" "oh, Good Gad," Shrieked Inspector Cuff.

If All Else Fails, We Will Simply Have To Drug Our Attendants, Overpower The Guards, Raise The Oppressed Peasants To Arms, And Take Over The Government.

The Trouble With Unknown Enemies Is That They Are So Difficult To Identify.

There Is Nothing Like A Garden To Rest The Soul.

Ramses Had Always Been Fond Of Helen, In His Peculiar Fashion, But If He Had Looked At Me As He Was Looking At Her, I Would Have Sent For A Constable.