I Think It Was Roger Fry Who

I Wrote To Mr. Mcenroe, Senior. I Said: "here Is The Sentence Once Written By The Immortal Bobby Jones. I Thought You Might Like To Have It Done In Needlepoint And Mounted In A Suitable Frame To Hang Over Little John's Bed. It Says, The Rewards Of Golf - And Of Life, Too, I Expect - Are Worth Very Little If You Don't Play The Game By The Etiquette As Well As By The Rules." I Never Heard From Mr. Mcenroe, Senior. I Can Only Conclude That The Letter Went Astray.

Texas Does Not, Like Any Other Region, Simply Have Indigenous Dishes. It Proclaims Them. It Congratulates You, On Your Arrival, At Having Escaped From The Slop Pails Of The Other 49 States.

To The Goggling Unbeliever Texans Say, As People Always Say About Their Mangier Dishes, 'but It's Just Like Chicken, Only Tenderer.' Rattlesnake Is, In Fact, Just Like Chicken - Only Tougher.

Americans Are Less Mystical About What Produced Their Inland Or Meadow Courses; They Are The Product Of The Bulldozerm Rotary Ploughs, Mowers, Sprinkler Systems And Alarmingly Generous Wads Of Folding Money.

The South Is One Of Those Kingdoms Of The Mind, Like India Or Scotland, That Are Neat And Understandable Only To People Who Have Never Been There.