young lady, beautiful as sin.
Benjamin felt himself on the verge of a proposal—with an effort he choked back the impulse. "You're just the romantic age," she continued—"fifty. Twenty-five is too wordly-wise; thirty is apt to be pale from overwork; forty is the age of long stories that take a whole cigar to tell; sixty is—oh, sixty is too near seventy; but fifty is the mellow age. I love fifty."
There was only one fly in the delicious ointment
There was only one fly in the delicious ointment
There was only one fly in the delicious ointment
and could be heard jingling it obediently at intervals throughout the day.
One day he brought home a rattle and, giving it to Benjamin, insisted in no uncertain terms that he should "play with it,"
So young Mr. and Mrs. Roger Button were fifty years ahead of style when they decided, one day in the summer of 1860, that their first baby should be born in a hospital
