I Tried To Resist His Overtures, But

Where Would The Rockefellers Be Today If Old John D. Had Gone On Selling Short-weight Kerosene ... To Widows And Orphans Instead Of Wisely Deciding To Mulct The Whole Country.

I Found The Pearl Of The Orient Slightly Less Exciting Than A Rainy Sunday Evening In Rochester.

Do You Know Anything At All That Nobody Else Knows Or, For That Matter, Gives A Damn About? If You Do, Then Sit Tight, Because One Of These Days You're Going To Hollywood As A Technical Supervisor On A Million Dollar Movie.

Fate Was Dealing From The Bottom Of The Deck.

There Are Nineteen Words In Yiddish That Convey Gradations Of Disparagement, From A Mild, Fluttery Helplessness To A State Of Downright, Irreconcilable Brutishness. All Of Them Can Be Usefully Employed To Pinpoint The Kind Of Individuals I Write About.