Dear Blossom, Remember that old folks are worth a fortune-with silver in their hair, gold
Remember that old folks are worth a fortune-with silver in their hair,
gold in their teeth, stones in their kidneys, lead in their feet, and
gas on their stomachs.
I have become a little older, and a few changes have come into my life.
In fact, I have become quite a frivolous old gal. I'm seeing five
gentlemen every day!
As soon as I wake up, Will Power helps me get out of bed. Then I go to
see John. Charlie Horse comes along, and when he is here he takes a lot
of time and attention. When he leaves, Arthur Ritis shows up and stays
the rest of the day. He doesn't like to stay in one place very long, so
he takes me from one joint to another. After such a busy day, I'm
really tired and am glad to go to bed with Ben Gay. What a life!
Lots of love,
P.S. The Pastor came to call the other day, and he said that at my age,
I should be thinking about the hereafter, I told him, "Oh, I do all the
time. No matter where I am --in the kitchen, upstairs, in the parlor,
or down in the basement, I ask myself, "What am I here after?"
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