Used to think that luck wuz luck and nuthin' else but luck-- It made no diff'rence how or when or where or why it struck; But sev'ral years ago I changt my mind, an' now proclaim That luck's a kind uv science--same as any other game.
But I, when I undress me Each night, upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me With apple-pie and cheese. - Eugene Field
But I, when I undress me Each night, upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me With apple-pie and cheese.
- Eugene Field
He is so mean, he won't let his little baby have more than one measle at a time. - Eugene Field
He is so mean, he won't let his little baby have more than one measle at a time.
I never lost a little fish - Yes, I'm free to say. It always was the biggest fish I caught, that got away. - Eugene Field
I never lost a little fish - Yes, I'm free to say. It always was the biggest fish I caught, that got away.
The best of all physiciansIs apple pie and cheese! - Eugene Field
The best of all physiciansIs apple pie and cheese!
All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it; That when you get an easy thing, You find you haven't got it - Eugene Field
All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it; That when you get an easy thing, You find you haven't got it
The biggest fish he ever caught were those that got away. - Eugene Field
The biggest fish he ever caught were those that got away.
Ideas came with explosive immediacy, like an instant birth. Human thought is like a monstrous pendulum; it keeps swinging from one extreme to the oth… - Eugene Field
Ideas came with explosive immediacy, like an instant birth. Human thought is like a monstrous pendulum; it keeps swinging from one extreme to the oth…
Let my temptation be a book, which I shall purchase, hold and keep. - Eugene Field
Let my temptation be a book, which I shall purchase, hold and keep.
How gracious those dews of solace that over my senses fall At the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy brings up the hall. - Eugene Field
How gracious those dews of solace that over my senses fall At the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy brings up the hall.
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