I gave her a quarter, she handed me back ten cents and before I thought where I was I said, “Put it in the piano.”
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Those Flivvers Again
We heard a couple talking in the rear of a machine ahead of us. The man sighed, “Oh, dearest, you never have acted this way before. Always you have been cold towards me and now you’re—”
So I put on my brakes and pulled my radiator away from the back of their machine.
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Someone’s Inhaling Ether
(From the Chicago Tribune)
“She had those wide blue eyes whose expression can be misleading in their infantile pathos; hair fine and shining like gossamer gold; a complexion firm and white, with the barest breath of rose leaf pink on the cheek bones, and the whole of her was small, neat, rounded.”