'Forget it! No diet column.' Will chubs write again?

'There you are!" I froze. I had been successfully ducking theSunday editor for days when, distracted by all this war business, Iturned a corner without first peering cautiously around it and ransmack into him.

"It's the first of the month," he said, hustling over to me,rubbing his hands together, grinning broadly. "Time for your dietcolumn."

Something came over me. "No!" I said, hurrying away, my handsraised defensively over my face. "Forget it! No diet column. Leave mealone!"

Another reporter--a guy who I've known for 15 years and whodoesn't have enough fat on his body to make a butter pat--happened tobe walking by.

"You're not doing it anymore?" he …