Category Archives: The Arts

At suppertime he [Minstral, a poodle] would camp underneath the table in front of me and would down anything I slipped him — meat, fish, pasta, the occasional napkin, even vegetables, including Brussels sprouts. In those days there was a … Continue reading →

“What caused you to stop talking?” says Casey. “I ain’t got no more to say, I guess,” says the Kid. When the Kid begun one of these speeches of his we all shut up and looked at him and each … Continue reading →

A [man I know] has a wonderful habit of making remarks that never seem to come out the way he planned. A friend asked if he had ever seen a certain play and if he liked it. “Oh, don’t miss … Continue reading →

There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself, for better or for worse, as his portion; that through the wide universe … Continue reading →