If all the young ladies who attended the Yale promenade dance were laid end to end, no one would be the least surprised.

If all the girls attending [the Yale prom] were laid end to end, I wouldn't be at all surprised.

She looks like something that would eat its young

Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do

You can't teach an old dogma new tricks.

One more drink and I'll be under the host