﻿Our author grades: 
Hollywood is now pretty much a settlement of second hand brides and grooms. Many are two timers, some are four timers and few fiveand six timers. Pretty well tester—and culled! 
What Hollywood needs is new blood, she’s getting ingrown. Sooner or later the light-headed cinema audience will begin to see cinnamon instead of grayhaired, muchly married juveniles—they can’t see that such promiscuous culling discredits the tribe—marriage ceremonies there could well be dispensed with. 
Movie stars? Pooh, pooh—divorce stars, pooh! A kid can’t be born without having one to half dozen ex-dads and ex-mothers and the longest day he lives he never will know which is which. 
Not, National Socialism: 
Pooh, pooh—national dis-socialism, pooh. Two words, and the author grades. 
Each new, succeeding administration tells us how much they ain’t gonna steal and we feel rich indeed altho we haven’t a cent. 
Some of the shades, “Reds, “Pinks,” yellows are mere- as light discoloration.— 
“This way.” That way. 
Lack of consideration is what makes the captains feet cold.