NO MINK SOUTH OF KEY WEST?
At Rio and Santos we lost upward of a third of our original
passengers. Newcomers filled all the vacated cabins, Portuguese
or Spanish speaking peoples. Most of them were business men and
not tourists out for a lark. Talk started about going through
customs at Buenos Aires, and how many cigarettes and how much
liquor we could take in. For some reason opinion on number and
volume differed. . . As to liquor, the question centered around
whether it was liters or number of bottles that counted, and if
so what size bottles. All of which didn't help those who had it
in jugs. I never will know how the jug crowd came out.
Sugar Foot's problem is something else. It has to do with a neck
piece Mummy or someone else in the family besides me is sending
to Ann Drew in California. Now you know why it is taking this
roundabout way of getting to California, so why ask me that
simple a question? But so far on the trip there has been no place
for the display of furs, and the only way that comes to me now
that we can achieve that air of affluence is for the hot water
system of the flying machine to give out when we are 2,000 feet
in the air going over the Andes to Santiago.
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