No man ever intended being a drunkard. He started out a moderate drinker.
If any young buck would come and ask to take my daughter out on a midnight
joy ride, so help me God, I certainly would land on him.
If these automobiles and carriages could talk, there’d be something doing.
The reason we’ve got so many little whip-poor-will widows nowadays is that
they married men to reform them.
Girls, you sell yourselves too cheap. You’ll keep company with some
miserable young buck who’ll dodge into a doorway so as not to be
embarrassed by the look of recognition from some fallen woman on the
street, just to have “steady” company.