Don’t mull on anything
that’s liable to mull back.



Another ole timer, sitting in the shadows of the City Park, head in hands, was heard to bemoan, “It seems like my skull is in port, while my mind is the Flying Dutchman.”



One slant-minded student of the past recently stated, “I do find the broad picture of history benign, but I must admit that specific epochs make me a bit uneasy.”



One City father’s parting advice to his yearling, “Let a smile be your umbrella, a handshake your contract, and a gun your gun.”



After reading a book
and taking a look,
a man asked his cook,
“Is it considered couth
for words to ever completely
part company with reality?”