The Birmingham age-herald., 1919-01-18
Petunia Angeface Packs Her Big Wardrobe Trunks for Florida Where She Expects to See Scores of Mllionaires with Rings Their
 Fingers and Bells on Their Toes"

cash at one time for so long that I really can't say much about it's uses and abuses, but I do think it is fine if it's used pro- perly; say, for instance, when it is spen l. to irrigate the pockets of the hotel peo- pie on the American Riviera"
 Mrs. Petunia looked lovely as she stood before the big cheyal glass in q shim- mering pegnoir of shel-pink chiffons, lace trimmed and ribbon bedecked the while I looked on, and said:
 Tt seems to me like anybody who had new hat ought to be the happiese person alive"
 Dolly, I've always expected if ever got any money to do lots of things that would make you happy Mrs. Petunia offered, and"
 If you don't hurry, Petunia dear, I'll be dead of old age,' I chimed in.
 I've had my eye on my rich old aunt who is giving me this trip, but I've d premonition, Dolly, that she's going to live forever-and that when she dies the only thing she'll leave me will be the soes of her overshoes; that is, if she leaves me anything at all you know they usually leave their money to some sort of library, charity, hospital, or any thing but"
 "A pretty and fascinating woman" nterpolated. But why worry Mrs. Pe- tunia? You have the one priceless gift; the one gift that money can't buy-youth and beauty, so why worry? I heard q very rich, elderly woman saying the other day that shed give all she had if someone would teach her once more to enjoy the things of youth-the simple joys of life, It seems to be the one thing that people lose first and admit last I've seen the dreary travesty of the old trying to be young again. I've seen people whose souls were dry as dead leaves; whose hearts must beat time tc the Dead March from Saul trying tc make the world think they felt as cheerful as the waltz from The Merry Widow. Their emotions are enameled- like their faces. It seems to me they would be hideously weary of pretending.
 You are so sweet and consoling, Dolly dear. Mrs. Petunia smiled back. l just wish you were going with me up and down the east coast to see the world g menagerie at close range; you'd enjoy it so much,'
 "You'l send me a letter now and them? l requested, won't you, about the zoo?
 ''I always mean to when leave, Dolly Mrs. Petuna said, as she tucked away q gorgeous blue and silver brocade and silver lace, but somehow | never seem to be able to get pen, ink and paper together at the same time; I never could have all the luXuries of life at one time, it seems
 But a post card will do if nothing else," I begged, "one of those with the gay colored oranges and lemons (no, l don't mean that kind), and the back ground. and ladies under wonderful. frilly parasols, flirting with white flanneled clad suitors around adorable tea carts aud-and-"
 Not a drop of anything else Mrs. Petunia added, except the blue waters of the Atlantic; no. not even at Palm Beach which used to be so gay, because because-weu, the governor of Florida has gone so far as to say that it can't even be carried into the state by air. plane. Now what do you think of that"'
 Bully for the governor 1 cried. 'I like his style.