Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.

That Our Popular Art Forms Have Become So Obsessed With Sex Has Turned The U.s.a Into A Nation Of Hobbledehoys; As If Grown People Don't Have More Vital Concerns, Such As Taxes, Inflation, Dirty Politics, Earning A Living, Getting An Education, Or Keeping Out Of Jail.

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes... But Gentlemen Marry Brunettes.

One Might Feel That, At My Age, I Should Look On Life With More Gravity. After All, I've Been Privileged To Listen, Firsthand, Tosome Of The Most Profound Thinkers Of My Daywho Were All Beset By Gloom Over The Condition The World Had Gotten Into. Then Why Can't I View It With Anything But Amusement?

With A Mental Equipment Which Allows Me To Tell The Difference Between Hot And Cold, I Stand Out In This Community Like A Modern Day Cicero. Dropped Into Any Other City Of The World, I'd Rate As A Possibly Adequate Night Watchman.

On A Plane You Can Pick Up More And Better People Than On Any Other Public Conveyance Since The Stagecoach.