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324 [[image]] [[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]] 325 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!