I Check My Pulse And If I

I Wish I Could Recall With Clarity The Impulse That Compelled Me To Help Bring This Camp Into Being. I'd Be Pleased If I Could Announce A Motive Of Lofty Purpose. I've Been Accused Of Compassion, Of Altruism, Of Devotion To Christian, Hebrew, And Muslim Ethic, But However Desperate I Am To Claim Ownership Of A High Ideal, I Cannot. I Wanted, I Think, To Acknowledge Luck; The Chance Of It, The Benevolence Of It In My Life, And The Brutality Of It In The Lives Of Others, Made Especially Savage For Children Because They May Not Be Allowed The Good Fortune Of A Lifetime To Correct It.

The Accusation Is Always On The First Page, And The Retraction On Page 19.

Our Marriage Works Because We Each Carry Clubs Of Equal Weight And Size.

I'd Done Some Acting In High School. Then I Went To Kenyon College And Got Thrown In Jail And Kicked Off The Football Team. Since I Was Determined Not To Study Very Much, I Majored In Theater The Last Two Years. Got My Degree In Speech; They Didn't Actually Have A Degree In Theater. I Graduated At Two O'clock In The Afternoon, And At Three-thirty I Was On The Train For Williams Bay, Wisconsin, For Summer Stock, And Then I Did Winter Stock.

I Find It Hard To Believe That Anyone Could Be So Curious About Me That They Would Want To Read That I Wear Underwear Shorts With Green Polka Dots On Them.