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Notice, For Example, That People Who Talk About "the Joys Of Childhood" Are Always Adults. Only An Adult, Utterly Remote From The Reality Of Childhood, Could Suppose It Is Time Of Joys.

The Worst Thing About The Miracle Of Modern Communications Is The Pavlovian Pressure It Places Upon Everyone To Communicate Whenever A Bell Rings.

It's Always Seemed Odd To Me That After A Group Of Terrorists Commits A Vile And Odious Deed They Rush Messages To The Public To Claim Credit For It.

While It Is Very Sturdy Of Comfortable Men To Point Out That Life Is Unfair, The People It Is Unfair To Are Not Apt To Be Morally Or Philosophically Elevated By The Announcement. If You Are Going To Preach That Unfairness Is Inescapable For Some, Good Sense Suggests That You Also Accept The Inevitability Of Beastly Behavior By People Who Have To Carry The Burden.

Unpleasant Questions Are Being Raised About Mother's Day. Is This Day Necessary? . . . Isn't It Bad Public Policy? . . . No Politician With Half His Senses, Which A Majority Of Politicians Have, Is Likely To Vote For Its Abolition, However. As A Class, Mothers Are Tender And Loving, But As A Voting Bloc They Would Not Hesitate For An Instant To Pull The Seat Out From Under Any Congressman Who Suggests That Mother Is Not Entitled To A Box Of Chocolates Each Year In The Middle Of May.