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First of all, you ought to spell the names right. "Cherry herring," "Ferari," and "Mercedez" are somehow less impressive than they might be. And you oughtn't qualify them. After all, you really shouldn't admit that you actually know that people exist who need subtle things like "Leif Ericson (the Norse explorer)" or "(the New Mexican artist) Georgia O'Keefe...
...made the role of First Lady an official national office. Harry Truman called Bess "the boss"-and in many ways she was, though she never pretended to be more than a displaced housewife. Once Truman found her burning some of the letters he had written to her. "Bess, you oughtn't to do that," protested Harry. "Why not? I've read them several times," said Bess. "But think of history!" pleaded the President. "I have," murmured Bess as she tossed the last bundle into the fire. Mamie Eisenhower, always the general's lady, presided dutifully over social...
...event had something of the character of a corn-silk smoking session behind the barn. "I tell you," he says, "there was a lot of foot-draggin' on the way. I kept wonderin' out loud if we weren't goin' the wrong way. if we oughtn't to turn around. But we went up. finally, in a yellow, two-seat Piper Cub. The pilot kept me up there for half an hour, lettin' me take the stick and whip us through a few turns and glides. After that first ride, there wasn...
...instance?" a candidate asked. Another young man, apparently an officer, impeccably dressed, who had been standing in the background pulling his lip, answered. "Well, we don't like to have you write about hackneyed subjects like the central kitchen. As for sex, sex can be hilarious, but it oughtn't to be obscene. Use taste." (The business-like lecturer in front nodded in agreement and shuffled his notes.) "Yes, use your taste. Otherwise, though, in humor nothing is sacred...
...Bessemer, the lean, sixtyish granddaughter of famed Steelman-Inventor Sir Henry Bessemer, whose family home is within a stone's throw of the Bluebell and Primrose. Though she usually rode about in her own motorcar, wealthy Miss Bessemer had an odd affection for the Bluebell and Primrose. "We oughtn't," she told her neighbors, "to look at it as a wee strip of line, but as part of a whole principle." In England there is always an appropriate society for such invokers of principle. She sought the aid of the Society for the Reinvigoration of Unremunerative Branch Lines...