Someone is always taking the joy out of life. You start the day with an eager smile lighting your face, only to have it swept away by some crank who’d be better off dead than alive. Someone always “knocks,” no matter how good a thing is. It gets me boilin’. I have no patience with the ginks or ginkettes who are chronic “knockers.” The other day I was awfully tired and out of sorts with the world in general, so it behooved me to see a musical comedy show, and perhaps regain my better frame of mind. But, dash the luck, I didn’t. Oh! the show was alright. It was a pippin! Pretty girls and everything. Mostly everything.