A Boy Can Be Two,

This Is An Age Of Scientific Wonders. You Miss Somebody So You Pick Up The Phone To Say Hello. Three Minutes For Sixty-five Cents. Nobody Goes Broke.

If You're Writing A Novel, You're In A Room For Three Or Four Years. There's Not Much Coming In From The Outside.

If You Don't Count Some Of Jehovah's Injunctions, There Are No Humorists In The Bible.

The Canadian Kid Who Wants To Grow Up To Be Prime Minister Isn't Thinking Big, He Is Setting A Limit To His Ambitions Rather Early.

Mr. Bernard Died On A Monday, At The Age Of Seventy-five, His Body Wasted. He Lay In State For Two Days In The Lobby Of The Bernard Gursky Tower And, As He Failed To Rise On The Third, He Was Duly Buried.