All Of Us Have To Be Prevaricators,

Young Artists Must Pave Their Way To Art By Drawing Pictures For Magazine Stories That Young Authors Write To Pave Their Way To Literature.

Now, Girls, If You Want To Observe A Young Man Hustle Out After A Pick And Shovel, Just Tell Him That Your Heart Is In Some Other Fellow's Grave. Young Men Are Grave-robbers By Nature.

But The Best, In My Opinion, Was The Home Life In The Little Flat--the Ardent, Voluble Chats After The Day's Study; The Cozy Dinners And Fresh, Light Breakfasts; The Interchange Of Ambitions--ambitions Interwoven Each With The Other's Or Else Inconsiderable--the Mutual Help And Inspiration; And--overlook My Artlessness--stuffed Olives And Cheese Sandwiches At 11 P.m.

Bride Knoweth Bride At The Glance Of An Eye. And Between Them Swiftly Passes Comfort And Meaning In A Language That Man And Widows Wot Not Of.

What Else Can You Expect From A Town Thats Shut Off From The World By The Ocean On One Side And New Jersey On The Other?