No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnal face. Young beauties force our love, and that's a rape, This doth but counsel, yet you cannot scape.

The Does Macy's tell Gimbel's? gag has been a standard one in New York for many years. It was somewhat shattered last night at the Copacabana, when two young couples were seated at a ringside table and conversed at great length....Well, Macy's may not tell Gimbel's, said one of the young men, But Bloomingdale's does.

To uncover his perjury to the oath of his coronation.

Hands clapped, feet tapped, bodies dingolayed.