The world gels better every day - then worse again in the evening

The world gets better every day - then worse again in the evening.

Tilford Moots wuz over t' the' Henryville poor farm th' other day t' see an ole friend o' his thet used t' publish a newspaper thet pleased ever'buddy

The world gels better every day--then worse again in the evening.

It would be a swell world if everybody was as pleasant as the fellow who's trying to skin you

As to those who hoard gold and silver and spend it not in God's path, give them, then, the tidings of a painful agony: on a day when these things shall be heated in hell-fire, and their foreheads, and their sides, and their backs shall be branded therewith.