Whether at home or visiting the aunts and uncles, Robb recalls, ""we children soaked up a liberal education at those family dinner tables. We had to. If we wanted to take part in the conversation and we certainly did -- we had to make sense or at least ask that male sense. That was a ."" The alertness and mental agility gained in that family setting has insted Mrs. Robb and her long years as a newspaper reporter and syndicated columnist presently appearing in some 130 papers around the nation. As in her spangling columns, she sounds off here on greeting cards, clothing and beauty for pets, hope chests, temperance, abstract art, Civil Defense, geriatrics, traffic carnage, working wives, TV, coats (""Maypoles with wet wash""), censorship, pigeons, Christmas the superiority of wedlock over spinsterhood, and the American landscape both visual and had an old church for angel food cake that began 'First find an angel'"") Mrs. Robb has the somewhat ability to combine an earthy word in behalf of family and with a thoroughly sophisticated writing style. Just the thing to brighten the day of a May shower left over from April.