* * * * *
Some people take a great deal of liberty with the English language, when
they speak of work.
* * * * *
Stick to the boys who borrow a five occasionally and pay it back; rather
than the fellows who love you like a fly does molasses when your roll
would choke a lazy mule.
* * * * *
It’s cheaper to buy your coal from your regular dealer and take short
weight, than to steal it from the railroad and pay court costs.
* * * * *
It’s an ice cold fact that the fellow who is continually condemning
others’ faults and pointing with pride to his own great meritable
achievements, is not entitled to a premium for sincerity.
* * * * *
It’s often the sour, surly looking man that goes down in his pocket and
gives you his last quarter, when hunger is beating a fast tattoo against
your breastworks.
* * * * *
Because a man joins the church and becomes a pious and strict respecter
of Sunday observance, don’t cast all caution aside and let him sell you
gold mine stock on Monday, unless you know something about the mine.
* * * * *
Some men tell you the wonderful things they have done from the corner
store dry goods box and then let their wives earn the living over the
wash tub.
* * * * *
Many a man has nearly grasped St. Peter’s hand, when his wife’s razor
edged tongue drove him clean down to perdition.
* * * * *
The fellow who is always harping hypocrite and hurling cheap invectives
against the church isn’t the man to arouse confidence, the only one he
helps is the devil.
* * * * *
Take away profanity from some men’s conversation and you haven’t enough
left to know what they said.
* * * * *
When a man buys an Auto or a Ford on credit and lets the whiskers grow
on his coal bill they say he’s got the fever. I don’t think it could be
the brain kind.
* * * * *
If money and whiskey would lose their influence in the courts, juries
and legislatures would go to sleep and jail doors rust on their hinges.
* * * * *
When the Lord turns his X rays upon the people, the churches will fill
so rapidly that Easter bonnets and dress suits can be picked up
anywhere.
* * * * *
I know a wealthy man by the name of Moore who never was satisfied.
* * * * *
Obituaries are not a safe guide to the real truth.
* * * * *
Recollections become dim on the witness stand.
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