I wish Adam had died with all his ribs in his body.—Nat Goodwin.
What is home without another.—Jack Johnson.
I feel like the end of a misspent life.—Wm. J. Bryan.
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Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight raid on the neighbor’s beer.
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We will now sing: “The World Is Mine,” by Jawn D. Rockefeller.
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