Recently, my little grandson gave me an Elvis Presley tape. I put it in the car tape deck and turned it on. "Yu-know," Elvis drawled in the middle of a love song, "Someone said, "The World's a stage."" Grimacing, I turned it off. "What an illiterate man!" I exclaimed. "Not to know that Shakespeare said it and others before him!" And then I thought, "Maybe he isn't so ignorant. Maybe he has enough wisdom of heart to see that what is said is the important thing, not who said it."

And I thought of how often I had been pleased with the words, "Anonymous Donor." I saw it not long ago when someone purchased the use of a movie house on a Saturday morning and had invitations sent to the children with cancer in the region, together with their families, to attend a private showing of The Empire Strikes Back, and stay on for treats afterward.

Right now, films are marred by tedious impositions of names during the first few minutes of the show: a long string of names appears superimposed on the action—producers, assistant producers, directors, designers, cameramen, and wardrobe mistresses. Even the newscasts run long lines of credits to everybody from the producers to those in charge of lighting—people who were presumably paid at least something for their efforts. Meanwhile, the viewers would rather see the show or the news. Besides, the names are flashed so rapidly that no one except someone with a photographic memory could possibly remember the names, and such a person could probably use the time better in some other way.