Silence Is Of The Gods;

All My Life I Have Been Happiest When The Folks Watching Me Said To Each Other, `look At The Poor Dope, Wilya?

I Was Mad At The Time, Or I Would Never Have Done The Thing.

What Really Got My Goat At Mgm Were Comedians Like The Marx Brothers Who Never Wrote Their Own Jokes.

They Say Pantomime's A Lost Art. It's Never Been A Lost Art And Never Will Be, Because It's Too Natural To Do.

Down Through The Years My Face Has Been Called A Sour Puss, A Dead Pan, A Frozen Face, The Great Stone Face, And, Believe It Or Not, "a Tragic Mask." On The Other Hand That Kindly Critic, The Late James Agee, Described My Face As Ranking "almost With Lincoln's As An Early American Archetype, It Was Haunting, Handsome, Almost Beautiful." I Can't Imagine What The Great Rail Splitter's Reaction Would Have Been To This, Though I Sure Was Pleased.