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Show should have SWEET RELISH on it' Imagine! That's the end of a beautiful friendship, believe me; no sweet relish man is a friend of ours. Well, Child get going; vour're drooling all over the typewriter, type-writer, and you're 'way past the deadline. G'Bye, now. L. C. m The jgf1 ITloving Finger "The moving linger writes, and having writ Moves on; nor all your piety nor wit Sliall lure it back to cancel half a line, Nor all your tears wash out a word of it. Omar Khayyam frenziedly making hamburgers for the Black Hawk celebration, and putting on Doll Shows, and getting out the vote. What a hassle, and what a lot of fun! Well, I'm a Jaycee Grandma, now, if there is such a thing, and if there isn't I'm organizing 'em right now. The line forms on the right. They're a wonderful, won-derful, ambitious bunch, the Jay-cees, Jay-cees, and they do a very great deal of good. I guess maybe they get this week's Bravo. I'm going to give myself this week's Boo; I'm a dirty bird, and well I knod it. Every year, I swear I'll go early to see the art, so I can pick out the paintings I want to come back and yearn for. In the days of my youth, I did this and I always got to the exhibit at least three times. The last few years, I'm lucky I get there once, and that at the last moment, just as they begin to haul 'em down and crate 'em. I go all by myself, in my old shoes, so I can really enjoy it. (I guess you know what happens when I do; I meet a couple of my old beaus, with their wives whom I've never met, and they are wearing wear-ing NEW shoes, and probably Christian Dior suits and Lily Dache hats (the wives, not the old beaus) ; and slink home and yearn for THEM, instead of the paintings. paint-ings. (The suits and hats, not the wives of the old beaus.) Sic transit tran-sit gloria mundi. And Tuesday, too, to coin a horrible pun which will probably cost me my job. Right now I'm starved, and I don't care whether I have a job or not, which shows you my line of reason. How can you eat without a job? How can you eat without a hamburger, either, and I'm going right down town, and drop this in the office, and go get me a double hamburger with everything. Reminds Re-minds me, a friend of my sister's, authored an article in a national magazine recently about hamburgers, hambur-gers, for the love of Pete, and they paid him a princely sum for it. Tho horrible part of it is, he doesn't know a doggone thing about 'em, and I can prove it he says a thoroughbred, thor-oughbred, blue-ribbon humburger What we'll talk about today, I3 don't know, what with the weather the way it is. and the atomic situation sit-uation what IT is. If I talked about either one of them, I'd sure get a pan letter again about using swear words. This is Tuesday, so you know what I mean. Snow is all right in December and January, but Kitten and I are against it in April. There's something about a' Siamese Sia-mese cat that lets you know almost al-most what it's thinking, without its making a sound. A minute ago, I noticed Kitten walking along the window sill in the living room, eyeing the outdoors with obvious disgust. She was looking wistfully I thought at the meadow where she -does her Winter mousing. mous-ing. So I went in and said, Hey, Naj do you want to go out ? And she gave me a very dirty look, and ran in the bedroom and crawled under my couch! (I can't reach under un-der the couch far enough to re-treive re-treive her; she's still there.) I never thought I'd live to see the day when I'd put up with a shedding shed-ding cat in my house; but this cat's different. I've had her almost five years, now, and she's one of the family. But SHED! It's terrific! ter-rific! (And very unsanitary, I know but I can't do without her, and she won't wear a hear net.) and she won't wear a hair net.) in the kitchen, and to get there she has to crawl under the drapes. I bet we're the only family on the East Bench that has fur-lined kitchen kit-chen drapes . . . Maybe THAT'S why they call this Snob Hill. Speaking of snobs and who was? I notice my rival columnist column-ist is bragging about her cousin whose husband gave her a Cadillac for a wedding present. Ha! I hate to take the wind out of her sails this way, but I have a cousin who has TWO Cadillacs one for best, and one for everyday. And then there's my other rival, who won a national award for his column even had his picture in the paper. Not just the teensy little picture that appears every week, but a big picture. Only reason I don't win any of those awards is because my column isn't good enough; and the only reason I don't get my picture in the paper is because I'm not as pretty as he is. Though I guess there COULD be another reason for no picture, because I'm as pretty as Valentine, any day, and he gets his picture, too. Well, pretty is as pretty does, as Grandma Grand-ma used to say, so there's still hope for me. After being invited to that party of the Telephone Company's, I was quite bowled over when we were invited to the Jaycees' installation banquet. That's about the only advantage ad-vantage I can think of in having your husband on the city council you get invited to so many nice parties. It was a real treat to go to the Jayceec' affair because it brought back so many happy memories. mem-ories. Doesn't seem so long ago that I, too, was a Jaycee Wife, |