﻿Sensitive Cars: (All the way?)— 
If you have a sore foot, (couple (3) toes smashed) walk on the pavement; sidewalks are too rough. 
Automobile drivers will swear at you of course, but you should not let that worry you; they’re going to hell fast and can’t stop to pick you up. It is not so much a habit to kill the remnant of generosity in them as a program to create a proper sense of humility in you… 
Crusted independence survives; generosity perishes—and the chicks ome home to roost. 
Allright Wilbur, my crutches! 
The story of the soul uncrusht—It’s the toes. 
Robins have not utteres “cheer-up” since 1937; now that I remember 
Fourth of July explosions have been rare. Saving our powder for the several enemies that threaten? Cop:—”Were you uptown begging the town?”— 
Hobo:—”No, God bless you officer, I was just uptown trying to stear that restaurant keeper away from the poorhouse—and he, appreciated so much that he gave me an extra cup of coffee—say, officer, do I look as if I need a birth certificate?”— 
Cop:—”Tell the truth, I think you need a detah-notice in all the leading papers—now get the hell off the Godgiven streets before the Fire Department runs over you!”— 
Run-over or run-in and so it goes? 
The maximum age of 64 acceptable for compulsory military training coincides with the minimun age (64) acceptable in poorhouses and old gentlemens homes, in some states… 
Uncle Sam doesn’t want to raid the pogeys or old folks homes—to say nothing about graveyards or mausoleums—just all those that haven’t had a chance to duck into the shelters