The clean plate is the slogan of today, / And we this vital war-cry must obey, / And waste no single particle or crust / And save the scraps, for now we really must / Hooverize! / The empty garbage pail is now the rage, / And in this ‘war on waste’ which we must wage / To throw away an egg shell will be sin / So if, with great success, we are to win, / Hooverize! / Things must be canned which never were before, / We must have fruits and vegetables galore, / There must be lots of corn and beets and beans, / And to us all this warning simple means, / Hooverize! / Our soldiers must be fed in France and here, / To all of us our soldiers are most dear, / And we must ‘do our bit’ and help along, / And every one of us must sing the song, / Hooverize! / ‘Conserve your food supply and win the war,’ / All of you have read these words before, / But when you red them now remember you / Have got your ‘little bit’ cut out to do— / So Hooverize!

How'd your in-laws feel about you marryin' your wife? Maybe you could pass the paper bag test and the comb test, but your old man had dark skin, kinky hair, and he was a dyed-in-wool bapistst from out in the sticks.

Superfat and infinifat women live in bodies that, even in a somewhat fat-positive environment, do not perform fatness in the “right way” either because they are perceived as too large altogether or their shape does not conform to the hourglass or pear ideal of a large and perky bust, small tummy and waist, and thick thighs and bottom.

In principle each fable in the collection is divided into two parts: the narrative itself, followed by an explicit moral or epimyth. ... In most of the fables the length of the epimyth ranges between six and twelve lines.