Dreams Don't Have An Expiration Date.

This Is A Terrible Confession To Make, But After I Left The Army I Had A Number Of Things To Try. I Had A Great Conceit To Think That If All Else Failed I Could Always Go To Hollywood. So When All Else Did Fail I Really Went To Hollywood. And Then I Found Out How Wrong I Was.

I've Taken Up The Bible Again, Somewhat In The Spirit Of W.c. Fields - Looking For Loopholes.

As Any Man, I, Of Course, Have Certain Preferences. Being A Scot By Birth, I'm Inclined To Favor Those With A Well-scrubbed Look And A Hint Of Color In Their Cheeks-put There By An Early Walk In The Chill Air Rather Than By Rouge. The Smell Of Soap On A Woman's Skin Or The Hint Of Shampoo In Her Hair Is Perfume Enough For Me . . . Humor Is Important. The Most Beautiful Woman In The World Is A Bore Without That.

Dreams Don't Have An Expiration Date.

I Wonder Why It Is, That Young Men Are Always Cautioned Against Bad Girls. Anyone Can Handle A Bad Girl. It's The Good Girls Men Should Be Warned Against.