A Boston dentistress is so pretty that “she could coax a man’s tooth out by just putting her hand under his chin and asking for it.”

Bouquets of roses from her garden filled the room. It was the only thing she had requested, her Tropicana roses in brilliant red and orange and her prized Queen Elizabeths.

As he squirmed and struggled, And gurgled and guggled, I drew my snickersnee, My snickersnee!

I have had a deep sense of the sad consequences of mistakes, in things capital; and their impossibility of recovering when compleated; and what grief of heart it brings to a tender conscience, to have been unwittingly encouraging of the sufferings of the innocent.