In Larger Things We Are Convivial; What

Good Sportsmanship We Hail, We Sing, It's Always Pleasant When You Spot It. There's Only One Unhappy Thing: You Have To Lose To Prove That You've Got It.

The Hand Is Quicker Than The Eye Is, But Somewhat Slower Than The Fly Is.

Adolescence Isn't A Period; It's A Coma.

A Rumor Is One Thing That Gets Thicker Instead Of Thinner As It Is Spread.

In Such Novels As This Side Of Paradise And The Great Gatsby, Fitzgerald Depicts The Spirit Of The Hour Which Is Usually About 4 A.m. His Suave Young Men, Always Commuting Between Princeton And The Plaza In Stutz Bearcats Never Sat Still For Long. It Was Too Uncomfortable, With A Large Flask In The Hip Pocket.