I was
full.
On the ball room floor it was a much different story. I was
young, lithe and limber--and absolutely sober. A great many of
the deluxe elite were too heavy in the hock, too wide in the
beam, and far, far too distended in front. One good woman
couldn't see her plate and would have to pull her fork from under
to see what its tine had speared. The guests graded from mild
exhilaration to pretty dam tight. My hostess' son was pretty well
left of center. I had sufficient presence of mind to ask my
monitor for dances, far more than could reasonably be expected of
a woman so old--probably almost pushing 40. . .
By this time you are asking, "Why all this boring life history
from an almost utter stranger?" The answer is simple.
I have never seen, much less occupied, an office chair pushing
$300. I must get acclimated to it gradually and by easy stages or
else find myself in the same uneasy situation as that of a 16-
year-old small town boy at his first metropolitan banquet and
ball. . .
Respectfully,
Durham & Durham, Atty.'s.
By Andrew E. Durham
SOUTH IN A BOX CAR, NORTH IN A CADILLAC
Excerpts from an article written by Pap, in the Putnam County
Graphic, June 24, 1954.
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