...the Waiters Carried Themselves With A Quiet

A Party Without Cake Is Really Just A Meeting.

The Tomato Hides Its Griefs. Internal Damage Is Hard To Spot.

How Lovely Life Can Be If One Takes Time To Be Friendly.

I Had My First French Meal And I Never Got Over It. It Was Just Marvelous. We Had Oysters And A Lovely Dry White Wine. And Then We Had One Of Those Lovely Scalloped Dishes And The Lovely, Creamery Buttery Sauce. Then We Had A Roast Duck And I Don't Know What Else.

When The War Broke Out I Decided I Would Be Very Patriotic. Standing My Full Height. I Presented Myself To The Wacs And The To The Waves. And I Was Rejected - I Was An Inch Too Tall.