unearths some literary gems.
From Vanity Fair, July-October 1919:
"a scene that would have provoked a sphinx to laughter"
[Other snippets attached. You may recognize Parker's "we sleep under blankets almost every other night" (my emphases) as a riff on the old postcard cliche "we sleep under blankets every night," whereby city people taking summer vacations in the mountains touted the cool evenings. As you may know, in the pre-air-conditioning era, that was right up there with "wish you were here" (at least if humorists of the time are to be believed).]
