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Sunday Morning May Be Cheery Enough, With Its Extra Cup Of Coffee And Litter Of Sunday Newspapers, But There Is Always Hanging Over It The Ominous Threat Of 3 P.m., When The Sun Gets Around To The Back Windows And Life Stops Dead In Its Tracks.

Sheer Madness Is, Of Course, The Highest Possible Brow In Humor.

Tell Us Your Phobias And We Will Tell You What You Are Afraid Of

If You Think That You Have Caught A Cold, Call In A Good Doctor. Call In Three Good Doctors And Play Bridge.

It Is One Of The Most Discouraging Experiences I Have Ever Had, Not Forgetting The Time When I Winked At The Queen Mother In London Once.