Just Another Blond

You are about to hear a romantic grammar, just another blog, from Street and Smith's Love Story magazine, featuring the Love Story girl in the role of Jean Moore. This is the story of Jean Moore, who started off from her home in Huron'sville, Indiana, to carve out a niche for herself in Little Old New York.

When she left Huron'sville, Jean's only assets were fifty hard-earned dollars, and an antique Ford affectionately referred to as Napoleon. It's the morning of her third day of the night have been spent in tourist camps where gene has been only too glad to do all jobs to help pay her way we find her in the back kitchen of mrs over fellers barbeque lunchroom

washington says to pay for a breakfast very honest over fella i guess that finishes a lot anything else you'd like me to do no that's plenty yes you go running along you and your Napoleon before it gets hard from the sunshine out thanks i i guess i will show along with got quite a

few will decline today and the pollion sort of has to take it easy or The three boils over. Well, goodbye Mrs. Oberfeld and thanks for everything. Oh, don't mention it, Mrs. It's a pleasure. You want I should have gushy crank it up for you?

No thanks I can manage it. Oh, slowly and someone's taken a pole in here. You mean your cash, Gish? Oh, no, it wouldn't be worthwhile for anyone to do a thing like that. Napoleon couldn't possibly bring more than $20 this time.

Oh, no, it's one of your slofas from Paris for going joy riding again. Joy-line. Yeah, what did he give? Three cards missing this month. Oh, you ate here till I called up the police. The hood would want to take poor on the poli and enjoy riding.