Another book that's not really, this one's sifted from the deluge of mail addressed to President John F. Kennedy and written by pre-teen children. Adler has organized the letters all printed with their original rough-hewn spelling, punctuation, and grammar -- into several topical sections; questions asked, advice given, requests made, random comments, etc. Most are of the genre ""unintentional humor""; others, epistolary gems all too obviously and self-consciously ""out-of-the-mouths-of-bablams"": ""Instead of trying to reach the moon, why don't scientists try to find out what causes viruses and other diseases."" One gets the distinct impression, with some among this latter group, that mom and/or dad had a band in their noble savage's bon mots. There's a proven audience for this kind of thing, but it remains a not-best non-book. The funnier group got writer's cramp at camp.