Sometimes Writers Of No Talent At All

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.

One Might Feel That, At My Age, I Should Look On Life With More Gravity. After All, I've Been Privileged To Listen, Firsthand, Tosome Of The Most Profound Thinkers Of My Daywho Were All Beset By Gloom Over The Condition The World Had Gotten Into. Then Why Can't I View It With Anything But Amusement?

Gentlemen Always Seem To Remember Blondes.

So We Came To The Ritz Hotel And The Ritz Hotel Was Divine. Because When A Girl Can Sit In A Delightful Bar And Have Delicious Champagne Cocktails And Look At All The Important French People In Paris, I Think It Is Divine.

On A Plane You Can Pick Up More And Better People Than On Any Other Public Conveyance Since The Stagecoach.