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Show Aunt Lucy's Own Page This was to have been a folder of three page width, showing Aunt Lucy's picture. We couldn't arrange with the printers for a folder so we'll do our humble bit by Aunt Lucy in the way of a ream or two of foolscap. Sorry. First an inkling to the uninitiated as to our dear Aunt. This her head (couldn't secure one. Sorry). Her feet (again disappointed). Second, we have gone to enormous expense to engage a special staff who are familiar with her ways and whims not to mention customs and ideas, who know her for better or for worse. Third, an outburst from the rhymester. This is a ditty of Lucy of Luce. Her handkerchief's khaki and often in use. She carries no white for white is for truce. Combative is Lucy and strong for abuse. We love you, Aunt Lucy, we love your broad smile. We'll drink a big toast to you after a while. You protect our dear women from man's lures and tricks. Make them dress like the spirit of 76. So years from now Aunt, when time rolls along, We'll be even weaker and you will be strong. And you'll make us do right when we'd rather do wrong. You'll be stern with this godless, this moralless throng. But promise Dear Dean in the year '29, That you'll be so gentle and you'll be so kind (poetic divorce) That ten years from today you'll be able to say "The old order changeth, I no longer grow gray When the girls shock the townsfolk and want to be gay." And dare we yet hope, Oh goddess of slam To hear "Let them go, I don't give a damn." Fourth, our little story: There was once a little flower and it bloomed in its undraped loveliness and was a creature beloved by all. But a century plant nearby said my dear with a strange kiss where is your modesty, and with authority clad the beauty in an old sock, saying this would give her a touch of womanliness. Whereat the socked creature thinking this for her own good said thank you. Page Two Hundred Twelve |