Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Rumania

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Rumania

I sat at his knee while 'Doc' played early New Orleans jazz and blues, Tin Pan Alley songs, and vaudevillian novelty numbers.

This novel is not to be tossed lightly aside, but to be hurled with great force.

He has a capacity for enjoyment so vast that he gives away great chunks to those about him, and never even misses them. . . . He can take you to a bicycle race and make it raise your hair.

Q: What's the difference between an enzyme and a hormone?

A: You can't hear an enzyme.