Tale-bearers Are As Bad As The Tale-makers.

I Was Struck All On A Heap.

When Of A Gossiping Circle It Was Asked, "what Are They Doing?" The Answer Was, "swapping Lies.

Fame, The Sovereign Deity Of Proud Ambition.

Here 's To The Maiden Of Bashful Fifteen; Here 's To The Widow Of Fifty; Here 's To The Flaunting, Extravagant Queen, And Here 's To The Housewife That 's Thrifty! Let The Toast Pass; Drink To The Lass; I 'll Warrant She 'll Prove An Excuse For The Glass.

Whena Scandalousstory Isbelieved Againstone, Thereis Certainly No Comfort Like The Conscience Of Having Deserved It.