There Is Probably No More Obnoxious Class

For Most Visitors To Manhattan, Both Foreign And Domestic, New York Is The Shrine Of The Good Time. "i Don't See How You Stand It," They Often Say To The Native New Yorker Who Has Been Sitting Up Past His Bedtime For A Week In An Attempt To Tire His Guest Out. "it's All Right For A Week Or So, But Give Me The Little Old Home Town When It Comes To Living." And, Under His Breath, The New Yorker Endorses The Transfer And Wonders Himself How He Stands It.

A Great Many People Have Come Up To Me And Asked How I Manage To Get So Much Work Done And Still Keep Looking So Dissipated.

I Once Heard A Woman Laugh At That Most Tragic Moment In All Drama, The Off-stage Shot In "the Wild Duck," And I Afterward Had Her Killed, So There Will Be No More Of That Out Of Her.

Next To An Old-fashioned Church Social, Or Possibly A Monster Bridge Party, There Is No Buzz Which Can Equal The Sibilant Buzz Ofa Matinée.

A Freelance Is One Who Gets Paid By The Word -- Per Piece Or Perhaps.