Get The Knack Of Getting People To

Pan Me, Don't Give Me The Part, Publish Everybody's Book But This One And I Will Still Make It!

In The Old Days, Ptomaine Poisoning Was A Cover-all. If You Missed A Show And You Were Young, It Meant You Were Having An Abortion. If You Were Old, It Meant You Were Having A Face Lift.

Do People Get Moral When They Don't Get Ahead?

Nothing Dates One So Dreadfully As To Think Someplace Is Uptown. At Our Age One Must Be Watchful Of These Conversational Gray Hairs.

At Seventy-four I'm Getting Minor Raves On My Looks, But I'm Caught In The Middle. Who Knows What Seventy-four Looks Like? Who Cares? But If I'd Listened To My Friends, I Could Now Lie And Say I'm Eighty-four. For Eighty-four, The Way I Look Is Spectacular.