It's Rather Grisly, Isnt It, How Soon

Humanity Has A Strange Fondness For Following Processions. Get Four Men Following A Banner Down The Street, And, If That Banner Is Inscribed With Rhymes Of Pleasant Optimism, In An Hour, All The Town Will Be Afoot, Ready To March To Whatever Tune The Leaders Care To Play.

In A Moment When Criticism Shows A Singular Dearth Of Direction Every Man Has To Be A Law Unto Himself In Matters Of Theatre, Writing, And Painting. While The American Mercury And The New Ford Continue To Spread A Thin Varnish Of Ritz Over The Whole United States There Is A Certain Virtue In Being Unfashionable.

We Work To Eat To Get The Strength To Work To Eat To Get The Strength To Work.

Mealtime's The Only Time I Get To Devote To The Things Of The Spirit.

Display Advertising And The Movies, Though They May Dull The Wits, Certainly Stimulate The Eyes.