A FEW BUNTS TO LIVE STUDENTS.
It’s a sad day for the young man when President Taft’s overcoat won’t make him a vest, he’s so chesty.
Education is knowing what you want, knowing how to get it, and knowing what to do with it after you get it.
If you find a fellow on the top of the hill, he never “lit” there; he climbed.
You can’t measure manhood by a tape line around the waist.
Parents, don’t try to make your boy another “you.” If God had wanted another “you,” he would have made you twins.
You can’t always tell the size of a man by the fuss he makes. A frog makes more noise than a whale.
We can build universities, tax the people to support them and furnish the best curriculum on God’s dirt, but we can’t make something out of a nonentity.
When a girl is seventeen and is introduced to a young man, she asks, “Who is he?” At twenty-two she asks, “What is he?” and at thirty-five she cries, “For God’s sake, where is he?”
If I had lived in Napoleon’s day I would have followed his star for he could hit the ball.
You can hear more curbstone, barbershop and livery stable theology in this city today than ever before.
All some men are fit for is to make one more when the census count is taken.
The man who has nothing but money is the poorest man on earth.
It’s the false ideal that strews this world with wrecks.