The Best Bet You Get Is An

Count The Day Won, When The Earth, Turning On Its Axis, Imposes No Additional Taxes

The Rich Man Has His Motorcar, His Country And His Town Estate, He Smokes A Fifty-cent Cigar And Jeers At Fate. He Frivols Through The Livelong Day, He Knows Not Poverty, Her Pinch. His Lot Seems Light, His Heart Seems Gay; He Has A Cinch. Yet Though My Lamp Burns Low And Dim, Though I Must Slave For Livelihood- Think You That I Would Change With Him? You Bet I Would!

Drinking Is Bad Taste But Tastes Good.

The Best Bet You Get Is An Even Break.

Accustomed As I Am To Public Speaking, I Know The Futility Of It.