unearths some literary gems.
From the New Yorker, Oct.-Dec. 1928:
***[For Grave Mood Rings insiders only (IYKYK). (:v>]There I met an Hungarian countess.***We must have given [the book] away or lent it (which is the same thing).***Some notes on the attachments:1. I had no idea clip-on book lights went back this far.2. Okay, that ad for Hats by Cavanagh: Is it just me, or are there no hats? I get subtlety and snob appeal: but is it "vulgar" to show actual hats in one's hat shop? Even the underwear ads show actual underwear. It's not even as if the space depicted were some aspirational haunt of the elite, like a mansion or club--I mean, it says it's the shop!3. Re. Lord Witherspoon: I saw no evidence that the mashup of aristo and Cockney speech was deliberate satire, rather than simple ignorance. Oops!
