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It Must Be A Source Of Great Chagrin To Those In Charge To Think Of So Many People Being Able To Stick A Stamp On A Letter And Drop It In A Mail Box Without Any Trouble Or Suffering At All. They Are Probably Working On A System This Very Minute, Trying To Devise Some Way In Which The Public Can Be Made To Fill Out A Blank, Stand In Line, Consult Some Underling Who Will Refer Him To A Superior, And Then Be Made To Black Up With Burned Cork Before They Can Mail A Letter.

All That A Spectator Gets Out Of The Game Is Fresh Air, The Comical Articles In His Program, The Sight Of Twenty-two Young Men Rushing About In Mysterious Formations, And Whatever He Brought In His Flask.

We Are Constantly Being Surprised That People Did Things Well Before We Were Born. We Are Constantly Remarking On The Fact That Things Are Done Well By People Other Than Ourselves. "the Japanese Are A Remarkable Little People," We Say, As If We Were Doing Them A Favor. "he Is An Arab, But You Ought To Hear Him Play The Zither." Why "but"?

The Discovery Of Phobias By Psychiatrists Has Done Much To Clear The Atmosphere. Whereas In The Old Days A Person Would Say: 'let's Get The Heck Out Of Here!' Today She Says: 'let's Get The Heck Out Of Here! I've Got Claustrophobia.

The Knocking Out Of A Pipe Can Be Made Almost As Important As The Smoking Of It, Especially If There Are Nervous People In The Room. A Good, Smart Knock Of A Pipe Against A Tin Wastebasket And You Will Have A Neurasthenic Out Of His Chair And Into The Window Sash In No Time.