Etiquette Is The Grease That

So There He Is At Last. Man On The Moon. The Poor Magnificent Bungler! He Can't Even Get To The Office Without Undergoing The Agonies Of The Damned, But Give Him A Little Metal, A Few Chemicals, Some Wire And Twenty Or Thirty Billion Dollars And Vroom! There He Is, Up On A Rock A Quarter Of A Million Miles Up In The Sky.

One Of The Many Burdens Of The Person Professing Christianity Has Always Been The Odium Likely To Be Heaped Upon Him By Fellow Christians Quick To Smell Out, Denounce And Punish Fraud, Hypocrisy And General Unworthiness Among Those Who Assert The Faith. In Ruder Days, Disputes About What Constituted A Fully Qualified Christian Often Led To Sordid Quarrels In Which The Disputants Tortured, Burned And Hanged Each Other In The Conviction That Torture, Burning And Hanging Were Christian Things To Do.

Anticipating That Most Poetry Will Be Worse Than Carrying Heavy Luggage Through O'hare Airport, The Public, To Its Loss, Reads Very Little Of It.

Reporters Thrive On The World's Misfortune. For This Reason They Often Take An Indecent Pleasure In Events That Dismay The Rest Of Humanity.

The French Fried Potato Has Become An Inescapable Horror In Almost Every Public Eating Place In The Country. 'french Fries', Say The Menus, But They Are Not French Fries Any Longer. They Are A Furry-textured Substance With The Taste Of Plastic Wood.