Juniper Lane

Personal notice, dangerous my stock and trade. If the job's too tough for you to handle, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Right full details. Standard Oil Company of California, on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West, invites you to let George do it.

Juniper Lane, another adventure of George Valentine. I am writing this most heartily, I fear. Christmas is come and gone in a new year too, but perhaps the trembling of my hand will explain it. I could not write before this or drop by. The two faithful guardians of my confinement, the butler and the maid,

will bear witness to the degree of my suffering. A suffering that is so prevalent among us here in Juniper Lane. Yes, I shame-face itly admit that my writing to you has been delayed by a common cold.

And so, my good aunt, there's, please accept my apologies and know that the pair of brown wristslets which you so thoughtfully admitted for me is a Christmas gift were most gratefully received. What's all that, Roxy?

That's what the letter says, George. Ristlets. Those old-fashioned things like a glove with no fingers. your wrist warm. Oh yeah. Well who wrote this letter? What's the signature? There is any. Heading? Is many. Well pretty simple I guess just a mix up of mail. One thing I know I'm not in fact. I thought you'd enjoy it. That's all. Now we can get back to our

own mitties. The next letter? Hey hey hey don't tell that thing huh. Why not? The envelope let me see. George Valentine proper address. So whoever wrote this thank you note also wrote to me. Then got the envelopes mixed.