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ELL, well, Easter Sunday always reminds me of the time when I was a girl. They call ’em flappers now, don’t they? Girls nowadays are terrible. They’re like Easter eggs. Hand painted and hard boiled.

If I got a buggy ride and a piece of sponge cake on Sunday my heart would beat so hard that may two false teeth would rattle. But these flappers want automobiles, flowers, caviar and everything.

That picture there is John. He was my first sweetheart. He was good-hearted but awfully stingy. Pop used to say that John would give you two feet for a yard any day.

John invited pop over to his farm one day. Pop was hungry, and John said to him, “Do you like terrapin consomme?”

Pop’s mouth started to water like the plumbing was busted. He said, “I like it so much it hurts.”