Berton's collection of satirical essays (first printed in the Toronto Star) begins unpromisingly with pillowy jabs at the communications media. Then he turns inward and rises to the warmer levels of the Old Robert Benchley self-investigations. He is at his top best wading into nostalgia. Here in all its tribal glory is the Annual Christmas High School Dance, complete with sea-green five-dollar formals from department stores, and the gym unfamiliarly swamped with the odor of carnations. Here are Doc Savage and The Shadow, and the clean-cut American in the Lafayette Escadrille shooting down Baron von Richthofen's Flying Circus. He remembers his Life Buoyhood with B.O., Five O'Clock Shadow, Halitosis, Dishpan Hands, Pink Toothbrush, and Old Mr. Caffeine Nerves, not to mention Athlete's Foot, Smoker's Sore Throat and Tattletale Gray. He also has his own exciting list of New Books for the Fall, which includes I Was Ernest Hemingway's Gardener (""--not just another book of Hemingway revelations; it is the same book."") Berton also outlines his answer to the pressing need for a divorce ceremony to equal the marriage ceremony. About half of these essays are very, very funny.