My father was good friends with Miss Parker in 1943 before he shipped out to India during WW2.He used to make the "Cafe Society" rounds with Dorothy and Benchley in New York. Unfortunately, he never made it back from the War, but he left a lot of good stories with Mom. ...
In youth, it was a way I had
To do my best to please,
And change, with every passing lad,
To suit his theories.
But now I know the things I know,
And do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you!
I´m constantly re-reading and dipping in her collected works. my boyfriend bought it in a beautiful edition with really funny drawings and Dorothy´s essence very well captured. Her poems ment more to me when i was younger, but her short stories mean more as I get...
And I was...kind of. The majority of my friends were male. We'd sit around a table at a restaurant or someone's house and have these deep and involved conversations-we'd get drunk and I'd smoke cigarettes-yes I've quit. I know how bad it is, but at that time in my life It...
"One Perfect Rose"
A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet--
One perfect rose.
I knew the language of...
Résumé Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
- by the incomparable Mrs. Dorothy Parker