Reflections on paperlessness, in the spirit of Ogden Nash

By Ann Wroe

A mantelpiece doth furnish a room,
but of late mine has been looking decidedly bare,
For lack of invitations there. 
Proper ones I mean, stiff and shiny, with gilt edges and copperplate font,
The sort we all want
To impress the Armstrong-Baxters when they call, or the Finkelstein-Ferrers,
And make them wildly jealous.