I Cannot Exist Without The Oxygen Of

All Americans Come From Ohio Originally, If Only Briefly.

I Want So Much For My Lover. At Night When Our Beds Are Drawn Close Together I Waken And See His Dear Yellow Head On The Pillow - Sometimes His Arm Thrown Over On My Bed - And I Kiss His Hand, Very Softly So That It Will Not Waken Him.

Satire Is People As They Are; Romanticism, People As They Would Like To Be; Realism, People As They Seem With Their Insides Left Out.

Yet Better For One Of My Nature To Have It That Way Than To Have Life A Peaceful, Placid Flow Of Quiet Contentment. I Must Have Days Of Rushing Excitement.

I Think We Will Have A Boy Baby And He Will Be Born On The 20th Of August. Everyone Else Has A Girl Baby And At Times I Don't Believe I Should Mind Having A Little Phyllis Dawn But Dearest Wants A Boy And I Do.