In the meantime, though the month is fetting on. the year is yet young and that means that we have still nearly 350 days on which someone, can have a birthday, and we shall doubtless be so unlucky as to have friends remembering them. That will mean that the gentleman over the radio who, with a tear in his voice and a sob in his throat tells us mournfully that "It is somebody's birthday to-day" will have a fairly long run. The sorrow with which he enjoins us to be "happy and gay," has to be heard to be believed. One thing I ask. friend, that you do not inflict it in m; name, but if you read my obituary you can have it on as a dirge, altering the birthday to—death-day. Never mind about omitting the line referring to being "happy and gay." for we all have our enemies, and someone is sure to be that. but it ill not be the beneficiaries of my last will and testament.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.