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[[strikethrough]] Monday, November 19, 1928 [[/strikethrough]]

[[strikethrough]] She heard the sound of the whistle [[?school]] blow it font

After a walk through the sundry frescoed rooms of the speakeasy, through the greasy kitchen with the large chef of dominating it, one came upon a back yard – changed by the hands of Gilette into a charming place.  It was covered with some sort of green glass roof through which the lights of the city could not permeate, but upon  which cats sometimes jumped quite vehemently.  The end was a graded arrangement of shelves, generous [[/strikethrough]]


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Santa Monica, Aug. 1931
[[strikethrough]] Tuesday, November 210, 1928 [/strikethrough]]

The bamboo trees are lovely in the sun
They raise with grace the delicacy of their fragile leaves with beauty lightly won 
They lean against the clean blue sky above. 
The shining, patent leather green, – the tall 
straight yellow trunks, until the sun breaks 
lease
with earth, seems to express the joy of all 
the world.  But when the light comes on to 
other trees
If somber sadness shadows over these!