Memory Is More Indelible Than Ink.

That Our Popular Art Forms Have Become So Obsessed With Sex Has Turned The U.s.a Into A Nation Of Hobbledehoys; As If Grown People Don't Have More Vital Concerns, Such As Taxes, Inflation, Dirty Politics, Earning A Living, Getting An Education, Or Keeping Out Of Jail.

If We Have To Tell Hollywood Good-by, It May Be With One Of Those Tender, Old-fashioned, Seven-second Kisses Exchanged Between Two People Of The Opposite Sex, With All Their Clothes On.

It Isn't That Gentlemen Really Prefer Blondes, It's Just That We Look Dumber.

The Rarest Of All Things In American Life Is Charm. We Spend Billions Every Year Manufacturing Fake Charm That Goes Under The Heading Of Public Relations. Without It, America Would Be Grim Indeed.

From Early Colonial Days, Sex Life In America Had Been Based On The Custom Of Men Supporting Women. That Situation Reached Its Heyday In The Twenties When It Was Easy For Any Dabbler In Stocks To Flaunt His Manhood By Lavishing An Unearned Income On Girls. But With The Stock-market Crash, Men Were Hard Put Even To Keep Their Wives, Let Alone Spend Money On Sex Outside The Home. The Adjustment Was Much Easier On Women Than On Men, Who Jumped Out Of Windows In Droves, Whereas I Can't Recall A Single Headline That Read: Kept Girl Leaps From Love Nest.