New York iz a fast place. If a man pulls out on a phuneral procession, jist az likely az not the whole procession, led bi the hearse hoss, will strike a 2-40 gait and leave him tew take their dust.
Ambishun iz like hunger—it obeys no law but its appetight.
There iz no medicine like a good joke; it iz a silver-coated pill that frolicks and phisicks on the run.
Beauty iz a morning dream which the breakfast bell puts an end to.
The man who never makes enny blunders will never rise in the esteem ov the world abuv the reputashun ov a good guide-board.
I dont want enny better proof ov a good hod-carrier than tew hear another hod-carrier say, “He iz a cussid phool and dont understand hiz bizzness.”
WHAT TICKET DO YOU VOTE?
Poverty and ritches are mere imaginative distinkshuns. The man who kan eat hiz bread and be happy iz certainly richer than he who kant eat it unless it iz spred with butter.
“Vote early and vote often,” is the Politishun’s golden rule. Du unto others az yu would be dun by.