Joy and Temperance and Repose Slam the door on the doctor's nose.—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Early to bed
And early to rise
And you'll never have red
In the whites of your eyes.—Manning Monitor
A bunch of germs were hitting it up in the bronchial saloon; two bugs in the edge of the larynx were nazzing a ragtime tune. Back in the teeth, in a solo game, sat dangerous Ack-Kerchoo; and watching his pulse was his light of love, the lady who's known as Flu.
To get his Wealth, he spent his Health
And then, with might and main,
He turned around and spent his Wealth
To get his Health again.
Lady friend of ours, about 40, went to her doctor the other day. "I just don't know," she said. "I just don't feel too well when I get up in the morning."
The doctor fixed a weary eye on our lady friend, and demanded, "Who does?"—Milwaukee Journal
"When we sleep," said the teacher, "every part of us is completely at rest."
"Not with my uncle," said Ellen.
"How so?" asked the teacher.
"When my uncle sleeps, his mind and eyes are resting," admitted Ellen. "But his nose and mouth are working overtime."—PAL