She Sleeps Alone At Last.

Great Literature Must Spring From An Upheaval In The Author's Soul. If That Upheaval Is Not Present Then It Must Come From The Works Of Any Other Author Which Happens To Be Handy And Easily Adapted.

This Congestion In The Post Offices Is Due To What Are Technically Known As "regulations" But What Are Really A Series Of Acrostics And Anagrams Devised By Some Officials Who Got Around A Table One Night And Tried To Be Funny.

Sunday Morning May Be Cheery Enough, With Its Extra Cup Of Coffee And Litter Of Sunday Newspapers, But There Is Always Hanging Over It The Ominous Threat Of 3 P.m., When The Sun Gets Around To The Back Windows And Life Stops Dead In Its Tracks.

At Fifteen One Is First Beginning To Realize That Everything Isn't Money And Power In This World, And Is Casting About For Joys That Do Not Turn To Dross In One's Hands.

There Is No Such Place As Budapest. Perhaps You Are Thinking Of Bucharest, And There Is No Such Place As Bucharest, Either.