Buchwald's lawn is littered with the remains of sacred cows. He is the columnist who keeps confusing all those who expect a sense of humor to be politically divided -- he can parody Johnson with as much zest as he does Goldwater and the Neanderthal Conservative is no more funny to Buchwald than a twitchy Knee Jerk Liberal. In this collection of his syndicated columns, the wonder is (as it was in the last batch, I Chose Capitol Punishment, 1963) that he can be so amusing so consistently and so often. Perhaps it is his free swinging choice of subjects -- statesmen and status seekers, marriage and parenthood, J. Edgar Hoover and the Beatles -- nothing and no one is safe from the sanity of his laughter. It makes rousing good browsing.