I was quite looking forward yesterday to cabling you ''Pack your trunks for the Orient. I won the Sweeps," but to-day is to-day, and all that's left is the letdown feeling, same as I felt the first time the family forgot my birthday. I didn't know now much I'd counted} on getting that uncurried increment till I bumped down hard and realized that I'd have to keep right on! playing sonatas and concertos on that sweet toned instrument the Underwood to provide my daily bread.
But. the races are a great institution nevertheless, and I'm glad to support them to some extent, though I will admit ''d like to see a bit of cooperation from them,! something more on the lines of al mutual benefit association, for "of! all sad words of tongue or pen the saddest are these: 'I've lost again.'"" But I only lost enough to give me something of a thrill for! every race and I'm still able to get! a lot of excitement for a small outlay.
One chap I know won't be able to: for a few moments because ['m sure they came from som town like ours. It was an Uncle Tommy and Aunt Cissy" visiting their married niece, who is a an honest-to-goodness experienced Shanghai person. Aunt Cissy kept saying, "Now don't it seem queer to see] so many folks and not a soul we know," and then niece would remind them that there was So-and-so they had met at tea and Some. body Else that was at dinner the other night. They would persist in calling their young relative "Bessie" though she refused to' answer to anything but Elizabeth.
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