Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.

I Once Witnessed More Ardent Emotions Between Men At An Elks' Rally In Pasadena Than They Could Ever Have Felt For The Type Of Woman Available To An Elk.

And What, For Instance, Would Have Happened Had Romeo And Juliet Lived To Middle Age, Their Silhouettes Broadened By Pasta?

A Kiss On The Hand May Feel Very, Very Good, But A Diamond And Sapphire Bracelet Lasts Forever.

A Girl With Brains Ought To Do Something With Them Besides Think.

From Early Colonial Days, Sex Life In America Had Been Based On The Custom Of Men Supporting Women. That Situation Reached Its Heyday In The Twenties When It Was Easy For Any Dabbler In Stocks To Flaunt His Manhood By Lavishing An Unearned Income On Girls. But With The Stock-market Crash, Men Were Hard Put Even To Keep Their Wives, Let Alone Spend Money On Sex Outside The Home. The Adjustment Was Much Easier On Women Than On Men, Who Jumped Out Of Windows In Droves, Whereas I Can't Recall A Single Headline That Read: Kept Girl Leaps From Love Nest.