Time Makes Heroes But Dissolves Celebrities.

When The Necessary Eleven Days Were Added, George Washington’s Birthday, Which Fell On February 11, 1731, Old Style, Became February 22, 1732, New Style.

Not So Many Years Ago There Was No Simpler Or More Intelligible Notion Than That Of Going On A Journey. Travel -movement Through Space -provided The Universal Metaphor For Change. One Of The Subtle Confusions -perhaps One Of The Secret Terrors -of Modern Life Is That We Have Lost This Refuge. No Longer Do We Move Through Space As We Once Did.

The Star Is The Ultimate American Verification Of Jean-jacques Rousseau's Emile. His Mere Existence Proves The Perfectability Of Any Man Or Woman. Oh Wonderful Pliability Of Human Nature, In A Society Where Anyone Can Become A Celebrity! And Where Any Celebrity . . . May Become A Star!

Formerly, A Public Man Needed A Private Secretary For A Barrier Between Himself And The Public. Nowadays He Has A Press Secretary, To Keep Him Properly In The Public Eye.

The Image Is Made To Order, Tailored To Us. An Ideal, On The Hand, Has A Claim On Us. It Does Not Serve Us, We Serve It. If We Have Trouble Striding Toward It, We Assume The Matter Is With Us, And Not The Ideal.