An Oboe Is An Ill-wind That Nobody

An Oboe Is An Ill-wind That Nobody Blows Good.

Fame - Anyone Who Says He Doesn't Like It Is Crazy

They Tell About A Fifteen-year-old Boy In An Orphans' Home Who Had An Incurable Stutter. One Sunday The Minister Was Detained And The Boy Volunteered To Say The Prayer In His Stead. He Did It Perfectly, Too, Without A Single Stutter. Later He Explained, "i Don't Stutter When I Talk To God. He Loves Me."

One Of The Troubles Of The Day, Observes Mr. C.n. Peac, Is That Once We Came Upon The Little Red Schoolhouse, Whereas Now We Come Upon The Little-read School Boy.

The Atomic Age Is Here To Stay - But Are We?