The President needs me at the White House. It's autumn, you know, and the leaves need raking.

Some newspapers dispose of their garbage by printing it.

The President needs me at the White House. It's autumn, you know, and the leaves need raking.

Yippies, Hippies, Yahoos, Black Panthers, lions and tigers alike - I would swap the whole damn zoo for the kind of young Americans I saw in Vietnam.

Every time I criticize what I consider to be excesses or faults in the news business, I am accused of repression; and the leaders of the various media professional groups wave the First Amendment as they denounce me. That happens to be my amendment too. It guarantees my free speech as much as it does their freedom of the press.

Nixon's own protection from the assassin's bullet... nattering nabobs of negativism.

If you've seen one city slum, you've seen them all.