Juniper Lane

Personal notice, Stanges 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 tardly, I fear. Christmas is come and gone in the 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-faceously admit that my writing to you has been delayed by a common cold.

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

Yeah, that's what the letter says, George. Ristlets. Those old-fashioned things like a glove with no fingers. your wrists warm. Oh yeah. Well who wrote this letter? What's the signature? There is many. Heading? Isn't any. 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 knitting. The next letter? Hey, hey, hey, don't tell you that thing. Why not? The envelope. Let me see. George Valentine proper address. So whoever wrote this thank You know it also wrote to me then got the envelope mixed absent-minded professor maybe he sounds sort of stuffy Yeah, that's probably a man. All right and the words he uses he sure not young