Such
a medley - infinite, incongruous, comical, pathetic, motley and sublime.
Harding in a window with "pure buttermilk." He'll be in more difficult
situations before he is done, I'm thinking. An electric fan above him
that keeps the buttermilk "pure" and flies the American flag in crepe
paper.
"Crabs to take home." They are freshly cooked, very large and forty
cents apiece. I decide that some I shall really buy one and take it home
when I confronted with the fact that "All Hair Goods Must Be Sold." Why,
I wonder. Why must they be sold? And here are "Eggs any style," so close
to the hair goods that I immediately visualize them as marcelled "style"
and pompadoured.
"Shoes Drastically Reduced." It is the truth. The Oxfords I wear are
reduced by a drastic five dollars. Well, I couldn't go barefooted, I
comfort myself and hurry on.
A shooting gallery and a man standing there trying to make up his mind
to try it. A second's glimpse of him and all that he is is revealed. One
knows immediately that his favorite song is "My Bonnie Lies Over the
Ocean," and that his ideal man is Governor Allen and that he is on his
way to spend his "remaining days" with his sister Lottie in Los Angeles.
Who would eat "stewed tripe Spanish." Someone must or they wouldn't
advertise it on the outside of he restaurant. Well, it takes all sorts
of people to make a world.
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