The columnist of The Press has written a sequel to There's a Rly in this Room which again proves he has a touch, never as schizo as Perelman, or as deliberate as Benohley, but gay in its own right. With a touch of ""coronary thrombosis"", he reviews, the world around him, writing belligerently, breast-beatingly, of his problems of Christmas shopping, the dear little darlings, food, square dancing, pipe smoking, train catching, shaving lotions, insurance, vitamins, baby sitters, Mexico, asking, etc.