1. When you are coming.
2. How much you are willing to pay (per week) for board and lodging.
3. Whether you wish lodgings, or as I strongly advise, two bedrooms and a sitting room in a hotel.
A: The smell of blood was in the air, and there were lots of people crying…
B: It’s an issue for sure…
A: I was forced to yell. The world cannot just allow this to happen. I had no other weapon to resort to, no other means to resort to, but to speak publicly and get attention that way.
B: You, sir, were not even truthy.
…and the Negro question, I am convinced, will become a more and more prominent subject of discussion until there is a radical departure at the South in the right direction.
My wife says she would much rather go out and meet disaster, than to have it sneak up on her. The attacking force has the advantage. I feel the same way. We’ll get in the car and drive until we can’t buy gasoline any more.
I had a lot of fun tonight making out my Income Tax report for the past year. My earnings amounted to $1,002.55. My exemption was $1,000. Therefore the tax was computed on $2.55…
Like all egotists, I shall console myself with what I may call, if I please, the suffrages of the chosen few, who can think and feel, or of those friends whose personal partialities may blind them to all defects. I mean to subjoin copious philosophical notes…
That distress you feel at the hour when dreams and the pillow must be left and you must enter the cold day which holds no secret and whose monotonous emptiness you know in advance!
My filing case opens out into a very convenient portable bar, and the bartender, who lives in the bottom drawer, is a midget named Harry Cohn.
H. L. Mencken and Philip Goodman became close friends while growing up in the German-American neighborhood of West Baltimore. In 1918, Goodman (now a New York bon vivant loosely associated with the publishing industry) sent Mencken a letter paying tribute … Continued
Sir, I desire an interview; meet me at sunrise, or sunset, or the new moon—the place is immaterial. In gold, or in purple, or sackcloth—I look not up on the raiment.
