Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—

Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment

Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:

God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise

I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,

Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…

My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a

I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,

It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—