Ann Blyth, the movie actress, made a speech on the mood of words to a distinguished gathering in Hollywood. When she finished, most of the fifteen hundred persons present asked for a copy of her talk. She said, "In the beginning was the word. . . And since then a billion, million words have been spoken. Soft words, hard words, cold words, warm words. There are words that sing and jump and skip and dance-gay words: little girl words. And words with fun in their eyes and things in their pockets and their hair mussed: little boy words. There are young words. And wise old words with a glint in their eye. There are words wide-eyed with wonder, warm, cuddly words, soft as a baby's feet. And steel words . . . stinging.. . cruel blades of words-and sweet words . . . that press their cheek against yours, and strong father words that hold your hand and lift you up like a child again and hoist you to their shoulders. Words are everything that man is. . . . They are his slave; they are his master-in a world at the mercy of the word of God, man is at the mercy of words."