By every kind of wigwag and smoke signal in the language of diplomacy, the Administration seemed to be trying last week to tell Chinese Communist Boss Mao Tse-tung that he had nothing to worry about from the U.S.

“Jim, we'll jist ha' a dash-an-darras.” “No, Voord, 't'll mak' en auver dairous, I want ha' Nelly dered.”

You got married? Good for you!

The palate is the roof of the mouth.