There
they all wait looking out of their eyes on San Francisco and each seeing
it so differently.
San Francisco is one thing to you and another thing to me and something
entirely different to the man on the peanut stand.
You're Getting Queer
Everyone ought to have - well, what is it that everyone ought to have?
No, not a machine, not necessarily a garden and not even a camera.
Everyone ought to have children. If not children of their own, then
borrowed ones or nieces or nephews or the neighbor's kids. Everyone
ought to have children.
People who have no children anywhere in their environment to whom they
can talk intimately soon become queer and lop-sided. They may not always
realize it but others will find them awkward and stilted and covered
with cobwebs and dust. Such people will be found hard to get on with and
full of snippiness. It is half what ails folks, that so many of them
have no children in their lives and it affects them like malnutrition.
Let a baby enter a street car filled with moldy, musty grown-ups and
watch the starved looks and the foolish and pathetic boohs and pokes
they will dart in the direction of the child.
It is often my privilege to tell stories to a group of babies, and one
day when they were crowded close around me one of them exclaimed - "Hey,
you spit right in my eye.
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