This was Jerry's sentence:
"The new baby at our house is anonymous."
Still that was unintentional humor.
Nothing delights me more than to accompany a friend on some afternoon excursion to the country.
This is especially true if he chances to be thinking of finding a house in the suburbs.
Recently I performed this sad rite with Hollingsworth, a legal friend of mine.
Among other places where he took me was a town in Jersey which I dare not name for fear of being lynched.
At any rate it was a dead herring.
Once a boom had set in, and streets were laid off in the most extravagant fashion, but for years the place had been going to the bad.