serious, Othello hates something about my new combination lingerie and barks like fury when I put it on--maybe it is the blue ribbon--I'll try a dash of lavender tomorrow.
You will agree that my geistes ab vesend has reached an alarming degree when I tell you that this A. M. after my tub, I liberally dashed tooth powder all over my body instead of talcum.
My affection is all for you--for the opposite sex it seems to have grown as cold as a raked-out oven.
Goodnight, MARIANNE.
September 21.
Most Precious Lorna:
I am excited--excited--from the bottom lift on my French heels to the top hair on my golden puffs.
Now who would have thought that the "Fate Sisters" would discover me way out here and sit on the corner of Minnesota and 12th spinning their breakable yarn.
Well--well--yesterday the one with the weary look and the crooked nose, got a knot in her twine and this is how it happened. I was crossing this Minnie-something street, when a shril
