The reason I never can quit the road
Is a reason that’s plain and clear;
It’s because no matter where I may stop
And whether it’s far or near,
There is a place beyond the place I am
Wherever I may be at,
And then beyond is a place beyond,
And the world beyond all that.
And as long as a man has eyes to see
And a brain that wants to know,
I figure there are things he’s bound to miss
If he doesn’t go on and go.
For there’s always a place beyond that place
I happen to hand my hat;
And another place beyond that place
And the world beyond all that.
* * * * *
_“Did you hear the one about the mouse-trap?”_
_“No.”_
_“Well, it’s snappy.”_
* * * * *
A fool and his honey are soon mated.
* * * * *
_“I’m glad my affairs are rounded into good shape,” said the pretty young
thing as she pulled on her stockings._
* * * * *