Re "The Word That Came to Dinner" [TIME, March 7], permit me to quote a rhyme from the pen of that homely bardthe poet of the peopleUncle Walt Mason:
Great men, beneath some awful stroke
Let loose remarks that fairly smoke,
And we forgive them as we write
The story of their deeds of might.
But little men, who swear and swear,
And thus pollute our common air,
Are foul and foolish as the frogs
That trumpet in their native bogs.
Personally, I do not approve of the type of language that the President usedand I am no Puritan . . ....