I Know That There Are People Who

There's Ten Stuffed Heads In My Trophy Room Right Now, Two Game Wardens, Seven Hunters, And A Cow.

The Audience Usually Has To Be With You, I'm Afraid. I Always Regarded Myself As Not Even Preaching To The Converted, I Was Titillating The Converted.

I Recall This Sergeant's Informing Me And My "room-mates" Of This Rather Deplorable Fact The Army Didn't Have Any Official, Excuse Me, Didn't Have No Official Song And Suggested That We Work On This In Our Copious Free Time.

Speaking Of Love, One Problem That Recurs More And More Frequently These Days, In Books And Plays And Movies, Is The Inability Of People To Communicate With The People They Love: Husbands And Wives Who Can't Communicate, Children Who Can't Communicate With Their Parents, And So On. And The Characters In These Books And Plays And So On, And In Real Life, I Might Add, Spend Hours Bemoaning The Fact That They Can't Communicate. I Feel That If A Person Can't Communicate, The Very Least He Can Do Is To Shut Up!

The Civil Liberties Types Who Are Fighting This Issue Have To Fight It, Owing To The Nature Of The Laws, As A Matter Of Freedom Of Speech And Stifling Of Free Expression And So On. But We Know What's Really Involved, Dirty Books Are Fun. That's All There Is To It. But You Can't Get Up In A Court And Say That.