I Must Say I'm Not

Whatever The Misery, He Could Not Regain Contentment With A World Which, Once Doubted, Became Absurd.

Damn The Great Executives, The Men Of Measured Merriment, Damn The Men With Careful Smiles, Damn The Men That Run The Shops, Oh, Damn Their Measured Merriment.

You've Been Telling Us About How To Secure Peace, But Come On, Now, General-just Among Us Rotarians And Rotary Anns-'fess Up! With Your Great Experience, Don't You Honest, Cross-your-heart, Think That Perhaps-just Maybe-when A Country Has Gone Money-mad, Like All Our Labor Unions And Workmen, With Their Propaganda To Hoist Income Taxes, So That The Thrifty And Industrious Have To Pay For The Shiftless Ne'er-do-weels, Then Maybe, To Save Their Lazy Souls And Get Some Iron Into Them, A War Might Be A Good Thing? Come On, Now, Tell Your Real Middle Name, Mong General!

It Is One Of The Major Tragedies That Nothing Is More Discomforting Than The Hearty Affection Of The Old Friends Who Never Were Friends.

Except For Half A Dozen In Each Town The Citizens Are Proud Of That Achievement Of Ignorance Which Is So Easy To Come By. To Be 'intellectual' Or 'artistic' Or, In Their Own Word, To Be 'highbrow,' Is To Be Priggish And Of Dubious Virtue.