THE HAPPY MAN.
The happy man iz a poor judge of hiz own bliss, for he kant set down and deskribe it.
Happiness iz like helth—thoze who hav the most ov it seem tew kno it the least.
Yu kant go out in the spring ov the year and gather happiness along the side ov the road just the same az you would 328 dandylions—noboddy but a natral born phool kan do this they are alwus happy, ov course.
When i hear a man bragging how happy he iz, he dont cheat me, he only cheats himself.