Gentlemen prefer blondes.

I've never known a Philadelphian who wasn't a downright 'character'; possibly a defense mechanism resulting from the dullness of their native habitat.

If we have to tell Hollywood good-by, it may be with one of those tender, old-fashioned, seven-second kisses exchanged between two people of the opposite sex, with all their clothes on.

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

The rarest of all things in American life is charm. We spend billions every year manufacturing fake charm that goes under the heading of public relations. Without it, America would be grim indeed.

In any service where a couple hold down jobs as a team, the male generally takes his ease while the wife labors at his job as wellas her own.

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