Does anyone, nowadays, have to be told to walk (not run) to your nearest bookseller and purchase this latest panacea for whatever ails you? One grieves that [The Old Dog Barks Backwards] is a posthumous edition of a collection of verse by the inimitable Ogden Nash; but it is as loose and lively as he was before in all his years. He comments on the generation gap—at least, the way things are as opposed to the way things were and ought-to-be; he has two sections devoted to creatures one would never-in-the-world think of writing verse about (e.g., a sulphur-bottom whale, a hyena, the coelecanth, the elk, et al.,), and some other topics that you should enjoy for yourself without foremention. I like all of them, but maybe I should suggest "H'ave, Caesar: or Boadicea's Revenge," in which he traces the present Italian Ugo for Hugo, and...