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A Bit Of Trash Now And Then Is Good For The Severest Reader. It Provides The Necessary Roughage In The Literary Diet.

I Do Not Know Who First Invented The Myth Of Sexual Equality. But It Is A Myth Willfully Fostered And Nourished By Certain Semi-scientists And Other Fiction Writers. And It Has Done More, I Suspect, To Unsettle Marital Happiness Than Any Other False Doctrine Of This Myth-ridden Age.

Sisters Are Always Drying Their Hair. Locked Into Rooms, Alone, They Pose At The Mirror, Shoulders Bare, Trying This Way And That Their Hair, Or Fly Importunate Down The Stair To Answer The Telephone.

Cocktail Parties ... Are Usually Not Parties At All But Mass Ceremonials Designed To Clear Up At One Great Stroke A Wealth Of Obligations.

A Bookworm In Bed With A New Novel And A Good Reading Lamp Is As Much Prepared For Pleasure As A Pretty Girl At A College Dance.