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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.

Nothing Makes A Man Feel Older Than To Hear A Band Coming Up The Street And Not To Have The Impulse To Rush Downstairs And Out On To The Sidewalk.

England And America Should Scrap Cricket And Baseball And Come Up With A New Game That They Both Can Play. Like Baseball, For Example.

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.

If There Is A Streak Of Ham Anywhere In An Actor, Shakespeare Will Bring It Out.