You gave me the key of your heart, my love; then why did you make me knock? Oh that was yesterday, saints above! And last night -- I changed the lock!

And a toiler dies in a day.

''You gave me the key of your heart, my love; then why did you make me knock?'' Oh that was yesterday, saints above! And last night -- I changed the lock!

The organized charity, scrimped and iced, in the name of a cautious, statistical Christ.

"You gave me the key of your heart, my love; then why did you make me knock?" Oh that was yesterday, saints above! And last night -- I changed the lock!.

Putting prize-fighting altogether aside as one of the unavoidable evils attending on this manly exercise, the inestimable value of boxing as a training, discipline, and development of boys and young men remains.