8 September 1895, New York Times, pg. 17:
Moreover, the "upper west side," which may properly be spoken of as a silkstocking district, is not enthusiastic in its support of Mr. Lamy.
• “I just flew in from Italy and boyardee’s arms tired” (1/23)
• “I like my women like I like my passwords. Short and insecure” (1/23)
• “I like my men like I like my passwords. Strong, long and forgettable” (1/23)
• “I just flew in from a ravioli convention. Boyardees arms tired” (1/23)
• “I like my men like I like my passwords. Same one for the past 20 years” (1/23)
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Above, John J. Fitz Gerald, from the Aug. 15, 1931, Binghamton (NY) Press, pg. 14.
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