QUIVERS ran up and down her spine,
When his STRING of bull he’d throw;
For she was an ARROW minded kid
And he was her loving BOW.
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In the immortal telegram of Ikey Goldstein: “Twins arrived; mine died.”
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Hall Caine’s description of women:
“Women are like sheep’s broth. If there’s a head and a heart in them
they’re good, and if there isn’t you might as well be supping hot water.”
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