He Seemed To Be Made Of Sunshine

Take Of London Fog 30 Parts; Malaria 10 Parts, Gas Leaks 20 Parts, Dewdrops Gathered In A Brickyard At Sunrise 25 Parts; Odor Of Honeysuckle 15 Parts. Mix. The Mixture Will Give You An Approximate Conception Of A Nashville Drizzle.

By Rights You're A King. If I Was You, I'd Call For A New Deal.

But The Best, In My Opinion, Was The Home Life In The Little Flat--the Ardent, Voluble Chats After The Day's Study; The Cozy Dinners And Fresh, Light Breakfasts; The Interchange Of Ambitions--ambitions Interwoven Each With The Other's Or Else Inconsiderable--the Mutual Help And Inspiration; And--overlook My Artlessness--stuffed Olives And Cheese Sandwiches At 11 P.m.

If There Ever Was An Aviary Overstocked With Jays It Is That Yaptown-on-the-hudson, Call New York. Cosmopolitan They Call It, You Bet. So's A Piece Of Fly-paper. You Listen Close When They're Buzzing And Trying To Pull Their Feet Out Of The Sticky Stuff. "little Old New York's Good Enough For Us"--that's What They Sing.

What Is The World At Its Best But A Little Round Field Of The Moving Pictures With Two Walking Together In It?