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