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The Reporter Is The Daily Prisoner Of Clocked Facts. On All Working Days, He Is Expected To Do His Best In One Swift Swipe At Each Story.

When You Read About A Car Crash In Which Two Or Three Youngsters Are Killed, Do You Pause To Dwell On The Amount Of Love And Treasure And Patience Parents Poured Into Bodies No Longer Suitable For Open Caskets?

A Reporter Meets Interesting People. If He Endures, He Will Get To Know Princes And Presidents, Popes And Paupers, Prostitutes And Panderers. And Always, In The Back Of His Head, There Will Be A Dozen Men And Women He Will Never Meet. And Always, He Will Feel The Poorer For It.

Golf Is Played By Twenty Million Mature American Men Whose Wives Think They Are Out Having Fun.

Raising A Child Is Very Much Like Building A Skyscraper. If The First Few Stories Are Slightly Out Of Line. No One Will Notice. But When The Building Is 18 Or 20 Stories High, Everyone Will See That It Tilts.