You can't appreciate home until you've left it money till it's spent your wife till she's joined a woman's club nor Old Glory till you see it hanging on a broomstick on the shanty of a consul in a...
Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling—something
If men knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they'd never marry.
Oh, come off your perch! said the other man, who wore glasses. Your premises won't come out in the wash. You wind-jammers who apply bandy-legged theories to concrete categorical syllogisms send logica...
Pull up the shades so I can see New York. I don't want to go home in the dark.
John Perkins was not accustomed to analyzing his emotions. But as he sat in his Katy-bereft 10×12 parlor he hit unerringly upon the keynote of his discomfort. He knew now that Katy was necessary to hi...