If We Are To Preserve Culture We

If The Americans, In Addition To The Eagle And The Stars And Stripes And The More Unofficial Symbols Of Bison, Moose And Indian, Should Ever Need Another Emblem, One Which Is Friendly And Pleasant, Then I Think They Should Choose The Grapefruit. Or Rather The Half Grapefruit, For This Fruit Only Comes In Halves, I Believe. Practically Speaking, It Is Always Yellow, Always Just As Fresh And Well Served. And It Always Comes At The Same, Still Hopeful Hour Of The Morning.

All Seemingly Profound Thinking Which Passes For Realism, Because It Conveniently Does Away With All Troublesome Principles, Has Agreat Attraction For The Adolescent Mind.

Play Is Older Than Culture, For Culture, However Inadequately Defined, Always Presupposes Human Society, And Animals Have Not Waited For Man To Teach Them Their Playing.

Every Age Yearns For A More Beautiful World. The Deeper The Desperation And The Depression About The Confusing Present, The More Intense That Yearning.

The Spirit Of Playful Competition Is, As A Social Impulse, Older Than Culture Itself And Pervades All Life Like A Veritable Ferment. Ritual Grew Up In Sacred Play; Poetry Was Born In Play And Nourished On Play; Music And Dancing Were Pure Play....we Have To Conclude, Therefore, That Civilization Is, In Its Earliest Phases, Played. It Does Not Come From Play...it Arises In And As Play, And Never Leaves It.