America is a country in which I see the most persistant idealism and the blandest of cynicism and the race is on between its vitality and its decadence.
People, when they first come to America, whether as travelers or settlers, become aware of a new and agreeable feeling: that the whole country is their oyster.
I hasten to say to snobs from the Surrey pine-and-sand country that no invention since the corn plaster or the electric toothbrush has brought greater balm to the extremities of the senior golfer than the golfmobile, a word that will have to do for want of a better.
Washington's birthday is as close to a secular Christmas as any Christian country dare come this side of blasphemy.