The great muse of History ranks first in dignity, power and usefulness; but who will say that at her court the Prime Minister is not the Novel which … - Young E. Allison

Old straight whiskey! That is the drink of life— </br> Consolation, family, friends and wife! </br> So make your glasses ready, </br> Pour fingers three, then—steady! </br> “Here’s good luck to Kentucky and whiskey straight!”

A flimsy shift on a bunker cot, </br> With a thin dirk-slot through the bosom spot </br> And the lace stiff-dry in a purplish blot. </br> Or was she wench... </br> Or some shuddering maid...? </br> That dared the knife </br> And that took the blade! </br> By God! she was stuff for a plucky jade— </br> Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

I might almost define a lie as being the narrative of a human event that had been printed.