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Show A Frozen Christmas. Butler Glaenner, the poet and essayist, es-sayist, wrote from his Bermuda eyre .o a -chrony of the Players' club : "I shall bathe on Christmas day, I shall pluck lilies and eat strawberries, strawber-ries, and all the while I shall long for one of those frozen Christmases that brings the girls to grief. "A girl, you know, slipped on a strip of ice one frozen Christmas morning, and as her escort took her hand and helped her up, she gasped: " 'Oh, that was awful! Everything turned black.' "'Blue, too, later on, eh?' said her escort, with a giggle." |