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I Can't Bring Myself To Say, 'well, I Guess I'll Be Toddling Along.' It Isn't That I Can't Toddle. It's Just That I Can't Guess I'll Toddle.

We Call Ourselves A Free Nation, And Yet We Let Ourselves Be Told What Cabs We Can And Can't Take By A Man At A Hotel Door, Simply Because He Has A Drum Major's Uniform On.

I Am More The Inspirational Type Of Speller. I Work On Hunches Rather Than Mere Facts, And The Result Is Sometimes Open To Criticism By Purists.

Who Has Not Wished That His Host Would Come Out Frankly At The Beginning Of The Visit And State, In No Uncertain Terms, The Rulesand Preferences Of The Household In Such Matters As The Breakfast Hour? And Who Has Not Sounded Out His Guest To Find Out What He Likes In The Regulation Of His Diet And Modus Vivendi (mode Of Living)?

For Most Visitors To Manhattan, Both Foreign And Domestic, New York Is The Shrine Of The Good Time. "i Don't See How You Stand It," They Often Say To The Native New Yorker Who Has Been Sitting Up Past His Bedtime For A Week In An Attempt To Tire His Guest Out. "it's All Right For A Week Or So, But Give Me The Little Old Home Town When It Comes To Living." And, Under His Breath, The New Yorker Endorses The Transfer And Wonders Himself How He Stands It.