Being a child must have been great fun--once.

Nowadays one would as lief be a Strasburg goose.

When you and I went to school it was not quite so bad.

True, neither of us could now extract a cube root with a stump puller, and it is sad to reflect how little call life has made for duodecimals.

Sometimes it seems that all our struggle with moody verbs and insubordinate conjunctions was a wicked waste--poor little sleepy puzzleheads! But there were certain joyous facts which we remember yet.