Do not use such a lubberly expression, my dear Rose, if you respect your father's profession. On a vessel is a new-fangled Americanism, that is neither fish, flesh, nor red-herring, as we sailors say,— neither English nor Greek.

Bengston doing a roomful of painting is like Joe Willie Namath doing a gameful of curl patterns, Jason Robards doing an eveningful of O'Neill, Tina Turner doing a concertful of. . . . and so on.

You've heard of what they call the battle of the sexes, haven't you? She thought she had. Well, that's what it comes from chiefly—the crowds of polygamous men and the small number of polygamous women.

Would you pick up my mail while I'm away.