Page 397 from Issue 110-111 It was a perfect Saturday, a sunny May afternoon. His birthday. When ... chattering kids, the breakfast-room table piled with gifts, his sense of time shifted abruptly and the party ... BIRTHDAY!" and all the kids began swarming around him like bees, the boys punch­ ing his arm, the girls ...

Stan Laurel (New York: Stein & Day, 1980), p.99. 27. I am relying on McCabe's ... & Faber, 1963), p. 37. 3. Fiona Clark, Hats (New York: Drama Book Publishers, 1982), p. 42. 4. ... Quoted in David Sylvester, Magritte (London: Lund Humphries, 1969), p. 14. 11. Charles Chaplin, My ...

Whad'd you serve him? I said. Whad'd he have to drink. Two beers, same as always, she says. ... this would happen. People. Don't worry, I can tell you about people. If it was me, I would ... drinks his beer. Like I say, a Quiet Guy. Never both­ ered nobody. Never gave no trouble. It took me ...