Feel Good About Linking Hands In Human

A Person Whose Job Is Deep Thinking About Atomic War Would No More Call A 'megadeath' A 'million Corpses' Than An Embalmer Would Refer To A 'loved One' As A 'stiff.'

Of All The People Expressing Their Mental Vacuity, None Has A Better Excuse For An Empty Head Than The Newspaperman: If He Pauses To Restock His Brain, He Invites Onrushing Deadlines To Trample Him Flat. Broadcasting The Contents Of Empty Minds Is What Most Of Us Do Most Of The Time, And Nobody More Relentlessly Than I.

A $10 Million Windfall? At Today's Prices, I'd Feel Almost As Rich As I Did One Day In 1936 When I Found A Dime On The Sidewalk And Blew The Whole Wad On 20 Mary Jane Candy Bars, A Box Of Jujubes, And A Double Feature.

Rereading A.j. Liebling Carries Me Happily Back To An Age When All Good Journalists Knew They Had Plenty To Be Modest About, And Were.

The American Press Has The Blues. Too Many Authorities Have Assured It That Its Days Are Numbered, Too Many Good Newspapers Are In Ruins.