﻿Only 24 new miles of railroad was laid in 1933—1.876 miles of old railroad was scrapped.— 
We’ll never get to first base that way! 

It is said the first lady is trekking perillowsly close to the footsteps of Grape-Juice Bryan.—They are her feet, and if I kind of look after my own stinkers I will be doing her, Bill Rogers and the country a favor. Nevertheless, as the lugubrious Daily News truthfully groans, “Beer is not a formal drink.” (Neither is it a formidable one.)— 
As to wine, I think it best when on the vine—assorted. 
Therefor: I make a motion the man with the shot gun be abollished from the grape-patch north of Stockton, Cal.—he’s always on the wrong end of the field. 

Summons: 
Years ago a cop used to drag us mile and half to the lockup. 
Now a judge sends us a perfumed note, “come up and see me sometime.”—