Curiosity Urges You On-driving Force.

Curiosity Urges You On-driving Force.

When The Typewriter Stops In A New York Office Everybody's Embarrassed; Men Start To Quarrel Or To Make Love To The Stenographer Or Drop Lighted Cigarettes In The Wastebasket.

When I Was A Kid I Used To Tell Myself The Moon Was A Silver Gong And If I Could Climb High Enough To Beat On It With Both Hands All My Wishes Would Come True.

Life Is To Be Used, Not Just Held In The Hand Like A Box Of Bonbons That Nobody Eats.

We're Headed For Collapse, If You Want My Opinion, Missy. I Can See It In The Fallin' Off Of The Quality Of Vagrants. There Was Atime You Could Find Real Good Company In Almost Any Jungle You'd Pick, Men Who Could Talk, Men Who'd Read A Book Now And Then; And Now, What Do You Find, A Lot Of Dirty Little Guttersnipes No Decent Tramp Would Want To Associate With. Well, It's Been That Way All Through History.