Hands clapped, feet tapped, bodies dingolayed.

To uncover his perjury to the oath of his coronation.

The Does Macy's tell Gimbel's? gag has been a standard one in New York for many years. It was somewhat shattered last night at the Copacabana, when two young couples were seated at a ringside table and conversed at great length....Well, Macy's may not tell Gimbel's, said one of the young men, But Bloomingdale's does.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnal face. Young beauties force our love, and that's a rape, This doth but counsel, yet you cannot scape.