I'm Not Young. What's Wrong With That?

Every Single Night I'm Nervous.

I Cannot Let Well Enough Alone. I Get Restless. I Have To Be Doing Different Things.

Fiddle-dee-dee. War, War, War. This War Talk's Spoiling All The Fun At Every Party This Spring. I Get So Bored I Could Scream. Besides, There Isn't Going To Be Any War. . . . If Either Of You Boys Says 'war' Just Once Again, I'll Go In The House And Slam The Door.

I Will Not Be Ignored.

My First Husband And I Are Still Good Friends And There Is No Earthly Reason Why I Should Not See Him. Larry And I Are Very Much In Love.