But I was never any good with the card files in the library – way back before computers, that was, children – I found them dismal and confusing. So turning my head into one would not work out for me.
I know just how the man with the Pile in his head feels, though. That is just the expression I have when I am trying to think of something to write.
Speaking of piles, I have several on my desk. But I know exactly what is in every one of them! I have my own organizational system. A Pile – Not a File, that’s what we can call it.
Summoned to give facts and figures – does your mind become a blank?
I will try to remember to send away for your book, though, Professor. I really will. But I may draw a blank on that one. Gosh, I knew there was something I meant to do!
[Long-winded ad is from Popular Science, February 1926; the little one is from the same magazine, January 1920. And you'll be happy to note that the Dickson School of Memory was located in, where else, Chicago.]