A decade and a half ago the instructors of snobbish St. George's School were periodically awed by examination papers dashed off in blank verse by a student named Ogden Nash. Few years later Manhattan admen chortled over bits of doggerel, rhymed only by weird feats of spelling, which cluttered the advertising offices of Barron Collier. Ogden Nash, after one year at Harvard, one year of teaching; and two years of painful attempts to sell bonds, was struggling over Collier car-card copy, setting down, meanwhile, the verses which popped into his wandering mind....
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