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May we kiss whom we please and please whom we kiss.
—Anon
Oh,some that's good and godly ones they say that it's a sin,
To troll the jolly bowl around, and let the dollars spin;
But I'm for toleration—and for drinking at an inn!
—John Masefield
Here's to the present—and to hell with the past!
A health to the future and joy to the last!
To you and you.
Our friends kind and true,
In glasses tall.
We'll drink to one and all
For auld lang syne!
—Drinking Song
Here's to the poorhouse—may we never enter it!
There's a beautiful toast
To a feminine host.
There's a swing to the ladies, God bless'em!
But the women should cry
With their glasses on high,
A toast to the men who dress'em!
—Anon
Let's drink to Love, the darndest most contrary, vexatious-
and distressing thing in life—and the mostcomfortingand divine.
To that supreme creation of God—Mother!
A toast to dad.
The dear old lad.
Who toils from day to day,
Little appreciated,
Mostly depreciated.
But fighting our troubles away!
To father—next to Mother the finest parent in the world!
Here's to the hand of friendship—may its clasp always be
warm!