Paul Sann Journalism, Letters, Writings

November 17, 1957

SEMI-PRIVATE--We were curled up with a good clean book and listening to some Gershwin on the side, minding our own business, when the big doll stormed birdye

in
from the kitchen and fixed us with an icy glare.
"What's the matter? I don't read about me in your column lately?" she harumped. "You can't be thinking about me much if you don't knock me in the paper, Bones."
We tried to slip in a word but it got lost in the torrent. What the woman doesn't understand is this:
She can never be more than a wife to us.

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December 1, 1957

WILL TOMORROW BE BETTER? birdye

A Thai educator, Dr. Vibul Thamavit, made a somewhat alarming prediction.
"By the year 2500," he said, "everyone will look alike in a kind of worldwide Utopia."
A thousand NOs. How would a man find his own wife at night! Even if he wanted to.

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March 2, 1958

HOME SWEET HOME--We were minding our own business, see? We were dawdling over the lilting prose birdye

pain of Dylan Thomas' widowed Caitlin and listening to some fine piano on WPAT. Suddenly, this woman burst into the chamber and spoke as follows:
"Have you always been true to me, Bones?"
"Every day," we said, hoping she would go away.
"I know that," the woman snapped. "What about the nights?"
How can a man fight against such heavy odds?

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