Each Year It Grows Harder To Make

Libraries: Here Is Where People, One Frequently Finds, Lower Their Voices, And Raise Their Minds.

In Such Novels As This Side Of Paradise And The Great Gatsby, Fitzgerald Depicts The Spirit Of The Hour Which Is Usually About 4 A.m. His Suave Young Men, Always Commuting Between Princeton And The Plaza In Stutz Bearcats Never Sat Still For Long. It Was Too Uncomfortable, With A Large Flask In The Hip Pocket.

My Day-old Son Is Plenty Scrawny, His Mouth Is Wide With Screams, Or Yawny; His Ears Seem Larger Than He's Needing, His Nose Is Flat, His Chin's Receding. His Skin Is Very, Very Red, He Has No Hair Upon His Head, And Yet I'm Proud As Proud Can Be, To Hear You Say He Looks Like Me.

How I Love To Get A Letter! I Can Think Of Nothing Better Than Perusing An Epistolary Item. But Deep Is My Despondence, For I've Found That Correspondence Means That If You Want To Get 'em, You Must Write 'em!

If We Cannot Define Stupidity, At Least We Can Trace Most Human Misfortunes And Weaknesses To It. Its Manifestations Are Legion, Its Symptoms Are Endless.