I Hate Rude Behavior In A Man,'

Anyway, Whacking A Surly Bartender Ain't Much Of A Crime.

Working- And Middle-class Families Sat Down At The Dinner Table Every Night - The Shared Meal Was The Touchstone Of Good Manners. Indeed, That Dinner Table Was The One Time When We Were All Together, Every Day: Parents, Grandparents, Children, Siblings. Rudeness Between Siblings, Or A Failure To Observe The Etiquette Of Passing Dishes To One Another, Accompanied By "please" And "thank You," Was The Training Ground Of Behavior, The Place Where Manners Began.

When Augustus Came Out On The Porch The Blue Pigs Were Eating A Rattlesnake—not A Very Big One. It Had Probably Just Been Crawling Around Looking For Shade When It Ran Into The Pigs. They Were Having A Fine Tug-of-war With It, And Its Rattling Days Were Over.

I'm Glad I've Been Wrong Enough To Keep In Practice. . . You Can't Avoid It, You've Got To Learn To Handle It. If You Only Come Face To Face With Your Own Mistakes Once Or Twice In Your Life It's Bound To Be Extra Painful. I Face Mine Every Day--that Way They Ain't Usually Much Worse Than A Dry Shave.

Americans' Lack Of Passion For History Is Well Known. History May Not Quite Be Bunk, As Henry Ford Suggested, But There's No Denying That, As A People, We Sustain A Passionate Concentration On The Present And The Future.