by no means representative of the species. In former
years the Divorcee reached maturity in three short months, and was so
tame that it built its lair near the city limits and some even ventured
quite into the hearts of the villages and attempted to live there. But
these were half tamed individuals and by no means indicative of the
genus as a whole. Then peculiar to relate, the environmental influences
caused them to grow less rapidly and six whole months passed before a
single specimen could call itself full fledged. The other Dakota animals
sported around with the Divorcee and received it _a bras ouverts_, but
the latter developed a slight _degage_ mannerism and the other beasts
grew alarmed and crawled within their dens.

Now they have almost died out entirely as the atmosphere grew not only
unfriendly, but owing to the sudden cool change their development was
intensely slow. The animal originally migrated from New York and thus
anything slow would naturally unnerve its intuitively high strung
temperament.

And if in some future sociological period of the earth's history some
antiquarian of the post-aviatorian age, prying into the _modus vivendi_
of the men of pre-air-shippian times can learn "a thing or two" about
that delicate gazelle-like mammal so as to show his contemporaries how
"fierce" living was before the age of trial marriages and legitimate
affinities, the dessicated author will rattle what is left of her teeth
in a contended mummified smile.

Duckie Lorna:

Sip a mint julip--slowly, gently, through a long dry straw, then before
it dies in you, read my P. O. mark--Sioux Falls, South Dakota,--Yes,
I've bolted!

Don't dare to tell anyone where I am for if my husband should find out,
he might make me go where I could get a divorce more quickly--You know
I'm here for his health. I would splash round in orange blossoms, and
this is the result.

My boarding house is a love, furnished with prizes got with soap--"Buy
ten bars of our Fluffy Ruffles soap, and we will mail you, prepaid, one
of our large size solid mahogany library tables."

Would you believe dear, that these Sioux Fallians have already
complained because I bathe my dear, shaggy Othello in the bath tub. And
there isn't a human being here with a pedigree as long as his.

If you hear any talk about my being seen in a Staten Island beer garden
with Bern Cameron, don't believe one word of it--we didn't go in at all,
the place was too smel