RANDOM REMINDER

Press, Volume CIV, Issue 30678, 18 February 1965, Page 26

RANDOM REMINDER

INS ARE OUT

Modern youth, he toned, are ept, dolent, tractable and ferior with a dated dication of their own portance. Deed, she terjected, dicating her tention to tercede. I won’t be timidated by your vective. You sound toxicated, even ebriated, and dubitably transigent; and though I’m ured to your tricate ventions, you cannot veigle me. Sometimes you furiate me but I am tent on being trepid. However, don’t you suit the tellectual tegrity, telligence, dustry, genuity, itiative, dependence and nate stinct for novations of the termediates of today. Flammatory, solent.

sidious vective censes me. Evitably. But you've had a good nings and I’m batting. Now you take those Beatles—sects if ever there were with no herent talent, clination for music or digenous skill—only finite come which creases, curring credible crement for them. So that’s why you’re dignant. What a dictment of dividuals that when come is voked, they veigh. The ert become dustrious, the timate become strangers, the sipid tractable and the ert lively. Ah come, it’s a fernal, effable fection. Don’t be a fidel. That's surgent talk, fra dig and It

fringe* our heritance. Come is not jurious, deed it’s a gredient of happiness and jections of come and terest, with terim dividends at regular tervals are, I gist, quite nocent. Your formation is correct, your nuendo base and your sinuation* famous, but I am ured to them. What vention. You vert my argument with vidious volution, vest it with sularity and troduce timidation. I had a kling of this anity of your* before. If you don’t stop causing me somnia this stant, I tend to struct a tern to Itiata proceeding* and have you carcerated as mate of a firmary.