The news in my morning newspa per was not good. Indeed, it was frightful and depressive. But why should it be otherwise when agendas seeded and fertilized by politicians and statesmen run amok. No matter what ensign they wave from No. 10 Downing Street, the White House, the Houses of Parliament, Capitol Hill, the Kremlin or from a palace in Baghdad, their acts spell disaster with a capital D. Think death, depression, dismemberment for warrior and civilian alike.

Miss Crumpet died a virgin. It was her wish, respected by her family and certified by a veterinarian’s scalpel. The act was done in her third year of life, when she was most desirable to gentleman callers. But by then, Miss Crumpet had adopted us. She had no need for traditional motherhood. It was not coldness or aloofness that caused her to squat and emit a fierce warning growl that sent suitors packing. It was merely that she had pledged her troth elsewhere.

LONDON — The newspaper industry is ailing; but I do not think that newspapers will altogether die.

— Tom Driberg, one of Fleet Street’s premier

journalists, is also a Member of Parliament.

What began last August, when Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton came here as the leading Democratic presidential candidate to raise money and woo Vineyard voters, has since deteriorated into an unseemly and tedious slugfest that does no credit to her party’s selection process. Indeed, her rejection by every one of the Island’s six towns, and the subsequent elevation of Sen.