A girl with brains ought to do something with them besides think.

From early Colonial days, sex life in America had been based on the custom of men supporting women. That situation reached its heyday in the Twenties when it was easy for any dabbler in stocks to flaunt his manhood by lavishing an unearned income on girls. But with the stock-market crash, men were hard put even to keep their wives, let alone spend money on sex outside the home. The adjustment was much easier on women than on men, who jumped out of windows in droves, whereas I can't recall a single headline that read: KEPT GIRL LEAPS FROM LOVE NEST.

I'm furious about the Women's Liberationists. They keep getting up on soap-boxes and proclaiming that women are brighter than men. That's true, but it should be kept very quiet or it ruins the whole racket.

I've had my best times when trailing a Mainbocher evening gown across a sawdust floor. I've always loved high style in low company.

The wrong side of the tracks is livelier.

Men no longer prefer blondes. Today gentlemen seem to prefer gentlemen.

Gentlemen prefer blondes... but gentlemen marry brunettes.