This Golfer Has A Wicked Slice. And

The Hand Is Quicker Than The Eye Is, But Somewhat Slower Than The Fly Is.

In Such Novels As This Side Of Paradise And The Great Gatsby, Fitzgerald Depicts The Spirit Of The Hour Which Is Usually About 4 A.m. His Suave Young Men, Always Commuting Between Princeton And The Plaza In Stutz Bearcats Never Sat Still For Long. It Was Too Uncomfortable, With A Large Flask In The Hip Pocket.

A Rumor Is One Thing That Gets Thicker Instead Of Thinner As It Is Spread.

There Are Very Few Humorists Who Have Written First-rate Humor After They've Become Elderly.

There Is No Balm Of Gilead, No Salve, No Soothing Ointment To Stay The Pain Of One Who's Had In Love A Disappointment-- Unless It Be That Healing Lotion Of Fixing On A New Devotion.