We like the story from Ralph Neville’s “Mayfair and Montmartre,” of the little chorus lady who, when her rich admirer had bought her some charming underclothing, said to him in the shop as they were being packed: “Now have a good look at them, for you’ll never see them again.”
This, of course, occurred in the long, long ago Victorian days.
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Zup, Kid?
While in Jacksonville I chanced into a Greek restaurant and of the waiter inquired what they had for dinner.
- Small Stack Medyum
- Rust Baff
- Hom on Eggs
- Chicken Frazee
- Appolis Pie
- Pach Pie
- Strubberry Pie
- Grap Frut
- Zup, Kid?
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A normal woman would joyously go through life with a pirate or yeggman who would drug her with the opiate of flattery, in preference to hooking onto a nincompoop tango lizard who refreshes her with eternal, infernal, divinal criticism.
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