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10/11/02
last minute, after we'd sat down to dinner - and after refusing very indignantly to come at all, because we had it Saturday night!) Well, Nellie's was, an awful looking bald beaded - eye glassed - "commercial tied" young man, "Your fate is bald and wears "made" ties And is near-sighted in his eyes. But never mind, now don't you scold, Perhaps his socks are lined with gold!" Mabel's was a smug, conceited, unbearable looking creature, with crimped hair & moustache: "Do you see how lovely his moustache tapers! It's because at night he puts it in papers. And the crimps in his hair for which he longs He'll make some day with your curling tongs." May's - the college girl's - was the homliest one of all, and the rhyme (which tickled her) was: "Not wealth nor beauty wins your heart. This plain young man is awful smart!" Charlotte (whom widowers are always fond of) got a white beared - scowling old man, and it said "A widower here behold you see. Your fate's to be wife number 3". They were all delighted. I didn't have any (as we didn't expect Nellie) and Edith and

10/11/02
last minute, after we'd sat down to dinner - and after refusing very indignantly to come at all, because we had it Saturday night!) Well, Nellie's was, an awful looking bald beaded - eye glassed - "commercial tied" young man, "Your fate is bald and wears "made" ties And is near-sighted in his eyes. But never mind, now don't you scold, Perhaps his socks are lined with gold!" Mabel's was a smug, conceited, unbearable looking creature, with crimped hair & moustache: "Do you see how lovely his moustache tapers! It's because at night he puts it in papers. And the crimps in his hair for which he longs He'll make some day with your curling tongs." May's - the college girl's - was the homliest one of all, and the rhyme (which tickled her) was: "Not wealth nor beauty wins your heart. This plain young man is awful smart!" Charlotte (whom widowers are always fond of) got a white beared - scowling old man, and it said "A widower here behold you see. Your fate's to be wife number 3". They were all delighted. I didn't have any (as we didn't expect Nellie) and Edith and

10/11/02
last minute, after we'd sat down to dinner - and after refusing very indignantly to come at all, because we had it Saturday night!) Well, Nellie's was, an awful looking bald beaded - eye glassed - "commercial tied" young man, "Your fate is bald and wears "made" ties And is near-sighted in his eyes. But never mind, now don't you scold, Perhaps his socks are lined with gold!" Mabel's was a smug, conceited, unbearable looking creature, with crimped hair & moustache: "Do you see how lovely his moustache tapers! It's because at night he puts it in papers. And the crimps in his hair for which he longs He'll make some day with your curling tongs." May's - the college girl's - was the homliest one of all, and the rhyme (which tickled her) was: "Not wealth nor beauty wins your heart. This plain young man is awful smart!" Charlotte (whom widowers are always fond of) got a white beared - scowling old man, and it said "A widower here behold you see. Your fate's to be wife number 3". They were all delighted. I didn't have any (as we didn't expect Nellie) and Edith and
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