[New Years Wall]
Mr. Bunion: Well! Here is the end of the year nineteen hundred and eight! [DECEMBER 31st] 
Mr. Bunion: I'll have to crawl over into the net year, I guess, if I want to exist!
Mr. Bunion: I hope nineteen hundred and nine will be a little brighter for me!
Mr. Bunion: Resolved that I leave that old valise right where it is laying! Yep! I'll leave it!
Mr. Bunion: On this side of the wall I shall live easier! I'll consign the old thing to the old year and begin to live once more!
1908: What did that old fellow do? Go over into the next year leaving this old valise with me?
1908: Well! I guess not! He'll take it with him as a heritage from me! So here goes!
[JANUARY 1st]  Mr. Bunion: A heritage! Yep! I thought as much!!!!