It Was Dramatic To Watch My Grandmother

What Sweeter Words Can Fall On The Human Ear? It's Going To Be May All Week Long.

The French Fried Potato Has Become An Inescapable Horror In Almost Every Public Eating Place In The Country. 'french Fries', Say The Menus, But They Are Not French Fries Any Longer. They Are A Furry-textured Substance With The Taste Of Plastic Wood.

Like All Young Reporters - Brilliant Or Hopelessly Incompetent - I Dreamed Of The Glamorous Life Of The Foreign Correspondent: Prowling Vienna In A Burberry Trench Coat, Speaking A Dozen Languages To Dangerous Women, Narrowly Escaping Sardinian Bandits - The Usual Stuff That Newspaper Dreams Are Made Of.

Though Americans Talk A Good Deal About The Virtue Of Being Serious, They Generally Prefer People Who Are Solemn Over People Who Are Serious. In Politics, The Rare Candidate Who Is Serious, Like Adlai Stevenson, Is Easily Overwhelmed By One Who Is Solemn, Like General Eisenhower. This Is Probably Because It Is Hard For Most People To Recognize Seriousness, Which Is Rare, Especially In Politics, But Comfortable To Endorse Solemnity, Which Is As Commonplace As Jogging.

I Worry About People Who Get Born Nowadays, Because They Get Born Into Such Tiny Families--sometimes Into No Family At All. When You're The Only Pea In The Pod, Your Parents Are Likely To Get You Confused With The Hope Diamond. And That Encourages You To Talk Too Much.