Henry Watterson: “Not until I threatened to turn Texas over to England did I finally succeed.”

But my face in the glass I’ll serenely survey, And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow— That this worn-out old stuff which is thread-bare to-day Shall become everlasting to-morrow.

Religion’s the only game whar you can’t lose.

From fakers who have cards up their sleeves, not to mention snakes in their boots, we hear a great deal about “the people,” pronounced by them as if it were spelled “pee-pul.” It is the unfailing recourse of the professional politician in…

Yet it is after all a figure of speech not a personality that appeals to our sense of duty without necessarily engaging our affection.