The lightning-bug is brilliant, but he hasn't any mind; He stumbles through existence with his headlight on behind. — Eugene Fitch Ware Copy Share Image
Life is a game of whist. From unseen sources The cards are shuffled, and the hands are dealt. I do not like the way the cards are shuffled, But yet I like the game and want to play. — Eugene Fitch Ware Copy Share Image
The lightning-bug is brilliant, but he hasn't any mind; He stumbles through existence with his headlight on behind. — Eugene Fitch Ware Copy Share Image
No town can hope prosperity and trade, unless the press shall vigorously aid. — Eugene Fitch Ware Copy Share Image
The farmer works the soil. The agriculturalist works the farmer. — Eugene Fitch Ware Copy Share Image
Life is a game of whist. From unseen sources The cards are shuffled, and the hands are dealt. I do not like the way… — Eugene Fitch Ware Copy Share Image
