Each of us, when our day's work is done, must seek our ideal, whether it be love or pinochle or lobster à la Newburg, or the sweet silence of the musty bookshelves.

East is East, and West is San Francisco, according to Californians. Californians are a race of people; they are not merely inhabitants of a State.

It'll be a great place if they ever finish it.

Each of us, when our day's work is done, must seek our ideal, whether it be love or pinochle or lobster à la Newburg, or the sweet silence of the musty bookshelves.

When a man begins to be hilarious in a sorrowful way you can bet a million that he is dyeing his hair.

What else can you expect from a town thats shut off from the world by the ocean on one side and New Jersey on the other?

Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.