As a beauty I am not a star, There are others more handsome by far, But my face - I don't mind it For I am behind it. It's the people in front get the jar.
Someone asked me... how I felt and I was reminded of a story that a fellow townsman of ours used to tell - Abraham Lincoln. They asked him how he felt once after an unsuccessful election. He said he felt like a little boy who has stubbed his toe in the dark. He said that he was too old to cry, but it hurt too much to laugh.