Identifier: saturdayeveningp1933unse (find matches)
Title: The Saturday evening post
Year: 1839 (1830s)
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Publisher: Philadelphia : G. Graham
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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ay with the idea that ours was a life of toil aloneGeorge would sometimes give me the novelty of a ride iithe open trolley, and then again we would climb two flight:of stairs to the gallery of a theater; or maybe on the nighlwhen George was playing poker I would climb four flightin the Metropolitan Opera House, because those werflights which George never cared to take. Or on a Sutula; THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 13 George, I Said,This Dress HasShrunk Frightfully I change without notice. Even the mystic f. o. b. is mistakenfor a harmless trade-mark by many a novice. And theitem we overlooked on our first car was the insurance. This was not true, however, of the insurance men in ourneighborhood. I dont know if insurance men have anextra sense or a fourth dimension or what, but Ill say theyknow with unerring certitude when any-body in the vicinity buys a new car.Why, we didnt really know it ourselvesuntil after the salesman from whom webought our Climber had shoved a formin Georges way and
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ivening we wouldralk down to Wash-ngton Square from a Hundred and Twentieth Street alongrith another couple of typical Greenwich Villagers fromtur block, and blow ourselves to a forty-cent table dhotewith. Yes, they used to throw it in! Remember? Oh,:oy! Not a nickel more if you took the ink, and yourhoice of red or white—and fifteen cents extra if you hadi second bottle, which we generally did, adding ice waterhereto and nursing it along far into the Bohemian night,lespite the disgusted looks of Tony, the waiter, who won-lered anxiously if we were saving out enough to tip him. Well, those shameful days of economy, hard work andnexpensive amusement eventually became a disgracefulorgotten past. But only after I had worked and savedind mended our hosiery instead of throwing it away, andrimmed my hats and scrimped to add to the little oldavings account, and helped George in every manner thati truly womanly woman could. And what was the result)f all this conscientious effort, eh? Watter

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