How Happy Is The Optimist

These Are My Daughters, I Suppose. But Where In The World Did The Children Vanish?

Please To Put A Nickel, Please To Put A Dime. How Petitions Trickle In At Christmas Time!

The Enemy, Who Wears Her Mother's Usual Face And Confidential Tone, Has Access; Doubtless Stares Into Her Writing Case And Listens On The Phone.

Love Or Perish" We Are Told And We Tell Ourselves. The Phrase Is True Enough So Long As We Do Not Interpret It As "mingle Or Be A Failure.

Gossip Isn't Scandal And It's Not Merely Malicious. It's Chatter About The Human Race By Lovers Of The Same. Gossip Is The Tool Of The Poet, The Shop-talk Of The Scientist, And The Consolation Of The Housewife, Wit, Tycoon And Intellectual. It Begins In The Nursery And Ends When Speech Is Past.