How Was Your Flight? Well, Aeronautically It

Comedies Of Manners Swiftly Become Obsolete When There Are No Longer Any Manners.

Work Is Much More Fun Than Fun.

An Infant Prodigy Of Nine Is Shoved Upon The Stage In White. She Starts Off In A Dismal Whine About A Dark And Stormy Night, A Burglar, Whose Heart Is True, Despite His Wicked-looking Face, Who Puts The Little Child In Doom, To Save Her Mamma's Jewel Case. This May Bring Tears To Every Eye; It Does Not Set My Heart On Fire. I'd Like To Stand Serenely By And Watch That Horrid Child Expire.

You Will Know You're Old When You Cease To Be Amazed.

Mad Dogs And Englishmen Go Out In The Mid-day Sun.