Only The Young Die Good.

Manuscript: Something Submitted In Haste And Returned At Leisure.

I Would Like To Throw An Egg Into An Electric Fan.

Song Is The Licensed Medium For Bawling In Public Things Too Silly Or Sacred To Be Uttered In Ordinary Speech.

Age, Like Distance Lends A Double Charm.

Children, Behold The Chimpanzee: He Sits On The Ancestral Tree From Which We Sprang In Ages Gone.